Whitefish River It's hard to believe

The Constable fell silent, unsure of what to really say. What could she say? It's not like she'd ever truly understand or maybe she just didn't want to, the life he described sounded horrible. A frown tugged at her lips as her gaze bore into the earth, perhaps that was why the male had been so touchy. If pressure is the only sensation that he could feel well...there was no way for her to tell if she might be the same should the roles be switched. Finally Ira mustered the strength to give at least some kind of acknowledgment that she had been listening, That sounds rather unfortunate...does it bother you? The question felt stupid, of course it would bother him, but maybe you can't miss something you never experienced.