Feeding Frenzy

The book was open on page forty-seven.

Sylvie had been on page forty-seven for twenty minutes, which was not reading so much as resting with something in her hands that gave her permission to be still. The sitting room was warm and quiet, the sofa comfortable in the way it had been since yesterday's rearrangement, a blanket across her legs. Through the wall she could hear the distant sound of Evan