"The longer the silence endured, the more tension it generated. I could feel my chest tightening slightly and waited. I was tired of waiting, and I was seized by a strong need to say something, anything, that would bridge my sense of aloneness (p. 63)."
The Family Crucible by Napier & Whitaker
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