Reading Full Moon. Here's a snippet:
She turned to regard her passenger, who sat with his eyes closed, huddled against the door. Rivulets of water streamed down both sides of his face from melting snow and ice.
"Would it be rude to ask what you were doing out on a night like this?" Regina didn't really mean to pry, but she couldn't ignore the fact that he was far too underdressed to be out in such nasty weather. Perhaps his wife had thrown him out of the house and in a fit of despair, he had decided to commit suicide by hypothermia.
He was silent for a moment, as if gathering his strength to speak. "Walking home."
Edward is a master of the obvious, poor guy.
She turned to regard her passenger, who sat with his eyes closed, huddled against the door. Rivulets of water streamed down both sides of his face from melting snow and ice.
"Would it be rude to ask what you were doing out on a night like this?" Regina didn't really mean to pry, but she couldn't ignore the fact that he was far too underdressed to be out in such nasty weather. Perhaps his wife had thrown him out of the house and in a fit of despair, he had decided to commit suicide by hypothermia.
He was silent for a moment, as if gathering his strength to speak. "Walking home."
Edward is a master of the obvious, poor guy.
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