The Kite Runner

“Sometimes, Soraya sleeping next to me, I lay in bed a listened to the screen door swinging open and shut in the breeze, to the crickets chirping in the yard. And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya’s womb, like it was a living, breathing thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and our lovemaking. And late at night, in the darkness of the room, I’d feel it rising from Soraya and settling between us. Sleeping between us. Like a newborn child.”

from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini pg. 189

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