“Her eyes were strange to me then. Hollow. Empty. The cold dark between galaxies, or the dull ache of a barren, fruitless field. Looking back on it now, I recognize those eyes. I’ve seen those same eyes on different women in the years since – my girlfriends, my roommates, my coworkers. I saw them on a neighbor once, before I called the cops on her husband. I myself have had those eyes. But only once.”
