Guinevere's hand flew to her mouth.
Maddox had been bracing for tears. For the kind of collapse that would make sense. That's what he was expecting.
What he got was silence.
Her eyes went wide. Her mouth stayed behind her hand. Her breathing continued at the same rate and rhythm it had been at before the sentence landed, which was more alarming than any sob because it meant the information had hit something inside her that was deeper than the crying place and the crying place couldn't reach it.
She was numb.
