Bumping into Irene along the High Street was no real surprise – it felt like an old habit, for them – but Elias had never seen her quite like this. She had shrunk back around the corner as if she were in a panic, closed her eyes and leant back against the wall, and when he’d lurched over to see whether she was well, she had thrown off his hand from her shoulder with unusual vehemence.
“Irene, it’s Elias, it’s only me!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands in hasty apology. He must have frightened her or something – he ignored the dropped basket for now, and looked her over instead. He stepped back a pace and didn’t touch her again, but he was still close by, searching for some sign of what was the matter. There was something, to be sure. His eyebrows knitted in concern. He could almost feel the tension rolling off her, the pace of her heartbeat resounding against the stone, just by looking at her. “What happened, what’s wrong?”
“Irene, it’s Elias, it’s only me!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands in hasty apology. He must have frightened her or something – he ignored the dropped basket for now, and looked her over instead. He stepped back a pace and didn’t touch her again, but he was still close by, searching for some sign of what was the matter. There was something, to be sure. His eyebrows knitted in concern. He could almost feel the tension rolling off her, the pace of her heartbeat resounding against the stone, just by looking at her. “What happened, what’s wrong?”
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