Mixed Media on canvas

Signed on the back.

She knew it had happened again by the way he was looking at her.
The urgency to decipher which sentence belonged to him, started to consume her, as she searched for stability in his eyes.
She steadied her voice and asked, “I’m sorry sweetheart, what did you say?”
His next question pulled back the curtain and exposed her uncertainty for what it truly was.
“Where do you go when I’m talking to you? Physically you are right in front of me, but I can’t help feeling like you’re miles away?”
The next voice was undoubtedly the one she feared the most, it seemed to belong to no one and everyone at the the same time.
It always started with the same words and a calm, but firm tone….”Don’t let them know that I’m here!”