“Sure,” he replied, his fingers nervously tapping on the laptop he was holding. He set it down on a nearby table, his mind wrestling with the language of revelation. How do you tell someone that their fairy tale might have a darker subplot?
Every second that passed was a drop in the ocean of eternity, and yet, those moments felt incredibly pressing, as if time itself was holding its breath, awaiting his words. He opened the laptop, but before he could turn it towards her, he looked into Anna’s eyes. She looked eager and maybe even a little worried, like she really wanted to understand what was going on.