Redsand Canyon vultus

It sounded like a no but it wasn’t entirely clear. Just because he did not say it didn’t mean he didn’t feel it.

Suddenly Fennec found her anger. Her expression hardened some and she moved towards him, reaching out to hold him in place and try to press him to where she could treat the now bleeding wound. Her patience, frayed over weeks, finally snapped.

You haven’t even tried. Don’t give yourself the credit of failing. If she managed to get him over she would pin him, letting her words spill over before she finished the dressing she’d been trying to start.

You’re so fucking sure of your own opinion you don’t bother to ask anyone else’s. What an absolute joke. It’s nice of you to decide for me what my opinion of your leadership, and our marriage, is supposed to be. God forbid we actually fucking talk about anything, or you make me feel for an instant like you give a shit about how I feel. Why would you need to, when apparently you’ve already decided?

The accusations were caustic as they came out. She hadn’t realized just how angry she was and had been for days.

It was clear to her that at some point something had caused him to give up. It pissed her off immensely that she had put her heart into this place, into fitting a role he’d chosen for her, only to be faced with the revelation that he considered all of it a failure.