Ellen O 39-connell Vk - Without Words

She hadn’t spoken in four days.

Not since she’d left the stagecoach. Not since the driver had looked at her bruised face and asked, Ma’am, you sure about this? She had nodded. That was the last word she’d given anyone. without words ellen o 39-connell vk

She put her hand in his. That was the first conversation. She hadn’t spoken in four days

Silas came down the ladder. He didn’t touch her. He sat on the floor across from her, knees to his chest, and waited. knees to his chest

He reached out his hand — palm up, open. An offering. Not a demand.