Becky glances back and slows to a brisk walk, eventually stopping for Kythryn to pull even with her as they enter the yard. She starts to touch Kythryn's cheek. Becky's hand jerks back as if Kythryn has swatted at her. Silence dangles between them. God damn you forever.
Thunderous rain rattles the tin roof just above their attic bedroom.
No, don't do that. I've never been clear on that. That I was scared. That I gave up the chance for something special for something routine. That I am the meek wife who you support and order about.