An avid reader, Cora's most treasured stories were the ones written on Robert's face.
It was no longer difficult to understand him and anticipate his needs, in spite of his instinctive stoicism.
His right eye drooped when he was tired and he worried his pocketwatch when concerned. She knew the seemingly innocent grin that meant he desired her, and the eyebrow that indicated she'd disappointed him. The twist of his lips when something amused him that shouldn't was terribly sweet.
His anger was fleeting but fierce, his love hidden but deep.
She would never tire of reading him, her husband. Her Robert.