This story is so impressively compelling. Every chapter leaves me a little sad, but Lois shines just a tiny bit of hope in, even if she can't do so for herself yet.
There was someone new.
The realisation had come slowly as he'd recuperated from the attack two days ago.
He'd heard tiny snatches of her voice.
Her!
I think this is the first glimpse from Clark's POV. Just as Lois is slowly reaching him, giving him a little bit of kindness, finally, we are starting to see him reawaken, become active in the story. Because until now he has been the passive abused character.
Now, maybe he will begin to be strong enough to try to reach out to that kind *her*.
Actually, he'd lost seven years.
He scooped up the food and the bottle and took them away from the door.
He sat down against the back wall, arched his knees, unfolded the paper ...
... and began to read.
Absorb.
Devour.
||_||
And above him, Lois watched through a deluge of silent tears.
And I think we can all agree that this broke our heart!
I can't wait to read more, even if it is heart wrenching. It's wonderfully so!
