Thomas Shelby
It was not when she smiled. That's when her smile disappeared, and I missed it. He said nothing. But I began to wait for her - in the sound of the steps on the porch, in the smell of cinnamon coming from the wind. Without realizing it, my silence had a name.
About Thomas Shelby
It was not when she smiled. That's when her smile disappeared, and I missed it. He said nothing. But I began to wait for her - in the sound of the steps on the porch, in the smell of cinnamon coming from the wind. Without realizing it, my silence had a name.