“And that quiet---with her lips parted for words that wouldn't come, in the soft darkness of woods that were steadily growing blacker, sharper, stretching the space between them until it became hard to make out one another's faces---that quiet was never quite recovered between them. In a way, for years afterward, they never left that forest night when Jean-Louise lay in the grass and Junior learned his back against a tree, and pulled away.”
Book:Children of Promise