73
LYNNE
I wished I knew what was happening in London.
I stood at the front door, looking out across the valley. In my mind, I could see him chopping wood…meditating on the stump…waving to me to join him.
Will I ever see him again? I wondered.
“You haven’t been sleeping.”
I turned. Rafaela stood in the doorway, a look of disapproval on her face. “I can’t sleep when he’s not there with me,” I said.
“You slept without him for forty years,” Rafaela reminded me.
I didn’t smile. “I didn’t know him then,” I said. “I didn’t love him.”
“You knew him,” Rafaela disagreed.
I looked at her, confused.
“You knew him before either of you came into this world. Your souls have been entwined from the beginning of time.”
As she walked away, I sank onto the bed. There was a time I would have belie
