The Handkerchief on the Bus
“For a long time that was even true.
But there’s a cost to a silence like that, Mrs.
Ashgrave, and it doesn’t only fall on you.
It falls on everyone the silence lets them reach next.” He looked at me for a long moment.
“It reached your husband.
I’m sorry it took your husband for me to stop being afraid.”
“Your husband didn’t just slide off a wet road, Mrs.
Ashgrave,” Rufus told me, his voice a gravel whisper.