Chapter 28

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌⁠Christian Ay had called for her in his year-old V-Eight Ford. The Standard Shop was an echoing large building, half dark. They were passing aisles of goods spread out on counters and under glass, their footfalls drumming. At the base of a dowel-railed staircase, barely illuminated by a tiny skylight, he took her arm. She looked at his face cast into the new lines. His brown hair was smooth, his br