She had been crying
Her face was puffy and red, her eyes glossy and wet. She didn’t say a word, just kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat like everything was fine. But it wasn’t. Bob had seen Judith cry before — at funerals, at family goodbyes — but never like this. Not quietly. Not with that hollow look behind her eyes. And he had no idea why.
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