Karen Foxlee, The Anatomy of Wings

The sadness expanded inside her. She couldn’t sit still for it. She lay on the sofa and got up again. She went to a window. She lay on her bed. She started a biscuit, she threw it away. She rested her head against the bathroom mirror. I saw it. The way she held her hand over her heart when she thought no one was watching. The very faint glimmer of tears in her eyes.