Realizing there was little chance of her finding out at all, but most especially not that night, Lydia rolled on her side and tried to sleep. She was suddenly uncomfortable lying n***d with the man she’d married, so after a while, she got up, washed, and put on her nightgown. It still took quite some time for her to nod off, and her dreams were full of the same worries that plagued her when she was awake.
It seemed like no time at all had passed when she awoke to the sound of Isaac saying her name in a not so compassionate tone. Confused as to where she was at first since she almost always slept with him in his own room, it took her a moment to remember and then roll over to find his voice. He was standing at the foot of the bed, on his side, fully dressed, as if he was about to leave for
