Numenoriette

Inside the house a man and a woman sat close together, staring out of the second floor window, also watching and listening. The woman held a child close in her arms, clutching him as if his life depended on her constant crooning and kisses on the forehead. The man also reached over every few seconds to touch the child's cheek or smooth down his hair. `` “I can't stand this anymore, James,” the woman whispered.