Leda had no idea what she was expected to do.

But Leda took a step forward and began talking back to him.

Leda stood up, not knowing what to do or offer.

Leda felt as if she had stepped off into water over her head.

Eight more days at the very best before Leda might even find out her prospects.

The sergeant didn't look at Leda as he turned away.

Leda closed her eyes, understanding that answer for what it was.

Leda looked down at her gloves, and then out the window.

Leda wished to say many things to him, but they were beyond saying.

Later, his body is found by Leda who dies next to him.

He showed it to Leda on the palm of his hand.

He turned to look at Leda, who shook her head in the negative.

Leda said, as he seemed to be leaving a pause for a response of some sort.

Leda told herself that she was fortunate to see him in his true light.

Standing there at the roadside, Leda almost gave up hope.

Writing Leda's character from scratch was not to be thought of.

In the midst of turning back toward the door, she saw Leda.

Leda held on to the panel of the vehicle for a moment.

He held his wife around the waist while she reached out and caught Leda's hand again.

Leda's eyes widened as she saw what he was doing with his hands.

I have no heart to detail my journey to Leda alone.

How do you know Leda didn't drive back in your car?"

As Leda stood with it held between her hands, she looked in desperation at the two on the floor.

Leda put her foot on the next step and turned onto the landing.

It wasn't as if the house appeared any differently than Leda had expected.