Another passage from our manuscript today, with Gabriel, a photographer, looking through photographs Chloe has done.
He looked at more pictures, studied a photograph from the White Mountains in New Hampshire, on a misty day. The atmosphere was just right, the looming mountain tops having a ghostly effect in the mist. Gabriel realized he knew exactly where she had taken the picture from. It wasn’t just a matter of technical competence or sheer luck. She has an artist’s soul, he thought with a smile.
He saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up. Chloe came down the stairs, and saw him sitting there, the light above him. There was a long moment of quiet between them as they held each others’ gaze. “Couldn’t sleep either, could you?” Chloe asked softly.
He shook his head. “No.”