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“The steam from the train curled around them, all-encompassing like the mist of early morning fog. Edward gripped both of Beryl’s hands in his. “I’ll write.” The promise fell heavy between them and rang dull. Edward knew his words wouldn’t make up for his absence. He wished for another way in which he could make the money they needed, but there simply was none. His gut wrenched, and guilt rose in his throat, choking him with uncertainty.” — Jenny Knipfer
The steam from the train curled around them, all-encompassing like the mist of early morning fog.
Edward gripped both of Beryl’s hands in his. “I’ll write.”
The promise fell heavy between them and rang dull. Edward knew his words wouldn’t make up for his absence. He wished for another way in which he could make the money they needed, but there simply was none. His gut wrenched, and guilt rose in his throat, choking him with uncertainty.