They sat in the after-silence, which was different—softer, like the echo of a bell. Yuna lowered the camera and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
He looked up. Yuna’s face was unreadable. SNIS-684
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Yuna finally turned, holding two cups. Her eyes were the same deep brown, but there was a new sharpness in them. She set the cups down on the low table and gestured to the sofa. “Sit. I’ll show you in a minute.” They sat in the after-silence, which was different—softer,
“I found this while packing,” she said, sliding it across the table. “Your old script.” They sat in the after-silence