Isadora almost smiled. Almost. The ghost of a smile, there and gone, the way sunlight is there and gone on a cloudy day — a flash of warmth that appears and vanishes before you can be sure you saw it.
Isadora almost smiled. Almost. The ghost of a smile, there and gone, the way sunlight is there and gone on a cloudy day — a flash of warmth that appears and vanishes before you can be sure you saw it.