Lee takes in a long breath, then lets it out, the air ruffling his hair. She is quiet, listening to him breathing, feeling his heart beat the way she often does, reminding her that he's here now. Her eyes are still closed but she's more awake than she's ever been. They could just stay here. If we move the telephone in here, we never have to leave. That would be nice.
But you can't escape the Shoah by shutting out the world, because it's in the past, which is everywhere.
Her arm moves, hand seeking out his, fingers twining around his, and holds on.