“Of course,” she said, her voice as soft as the light around them. “But let me catch my breath first; today has been overwhelming.” Her laughter was uneasy, a subtle acknowledgment that the room was charged with an unspoken intensity.
“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?