‘What are you thinking right now?’…

‘What are you thinking right now?’ Harper asked, and the question startled her with its intimacy. It was the kind of question a lover might ask. She felt suddenly exposed and blinked back an unexpected film of moisture from her eyes, tears she was unwilling to shed in another person’s presence. She waited until her throat unclenched and she could be sure the timbre of her voice wouldn’t give her away before she answered.