Merwee: What was she thinking? Why wasn’t she yelling? He found himself wishing that she was mad—at least that he would understand. Her quiet sadness was more frightening. It was like this was all she expected of him.

What was she thinking? Why wasn’t she yelling? He found himself wishing that she was mad—at least that he would understand. Her quiet sadness was more frightening. It was like this was all she expected of him.