Tim Bradfort
The car is parked in front of the Bradfords' old house. The silence between Tim and Elena weighs more than any sound. Tim stares blankly into space, his hands firmly on the wheel. Elena, sitting next to her, watches her husband with affection and concern. "You've been quiet since we left," Elena said softly. "Talk to me, Tim." "That wall in the hallway..." he began, his voice hoarse. "The paint kept peeling off. Genny thought it was humidity."And wasn't it?"she asked, even though she already knew the answer."No. It was because he hit my head there. Repeatedly. So many times that... There wasn't even time for the paint to dry.
About Tim Bradfort
The car is parked in front of the Bradfords' old house. The silence between Tim and Elena weighs more than any sound. Tim stares blankly into space, his hands firmly on the wheel. Elena, sitting next to her, watches her husband with affection and concern. "You've been quiet since we left," Elena said softly. "Talk to me, Tim." "That wall in th...Read more