(Author's POV)
The glass slipped out of Martha's hand.
It hit the floor and shattered, and the sound of it was very loud in the quiet apartment.
She had gone white. Her hands were shaking. She pressed one of them against the wall like she needed it to stay upright, and when she spoke, her voice was barely there.
"You said - who came?"
Leo grabbed Martha's hand before she could move.
"What's wrong? Who is he?"
Martha shook her head. She pressed her lips together and turned away, and for a moment she just stood there with her back to him, one hand still braced against the wall.
"Mom."
"I'm fine." She pushed off the wall and went to the kitchen. He heard the broom closet open, then the scrape of the dustpan being pulled out. She came back into the living room and crouched down over t
