That line, a hook and a sinker. His words like a wrecking ball had come back at her like an old London Underground turnstile, smacked her...

Though not thunderous because you'd never label Joshua as a shouter or screamer, authoritative, yes, but never a shouter. Those words...

She looked at him. Eyes narrowed, lips pursed, head swaying from side to side with the motion of a clock's pendulum. Gathering time....