A desperate look

Then, as if some silent signal had passed, the old man’s eyes locked on Kevin’s with sudden desperation. There was a plea in that look, something raw and unspoken that cut deeper than words. Without warning, the old man rose from the bench in a rush, clutching the wedding dress tightly against his chest. His knuckles whitened from the grip, his whole frame trembling with the effort of holding on.
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