So far he hadn’t heard anything that would make him feel as if they were being outwardly targeted or in immediate danger. There was something afoot though. He could feel the tension as they walked, it was like a weighted blanket and the murmurs of the minds of those present was the funeral dirge. But he wouldn’t upset Laura, not out here. Or ever, if he could help it.
“Indeed. But you are outgoing, my love. You just don’t see yourself the way that I do.” She was smart, funny, personable.