~Kirsten~
It’s Saturday when I move back into Billy’s flat. I had hoped I’d be here before he returned to Paris. Then I’d leave him wondering if I ever left—at least until I confessed the truth. But of course, he’d know regardless. He has his spies. I can count on that.
Finding out he’s been in Paris two days, I’m sure he considers me tardy when I finally arrive home—my task should have been wrapped up long before now. I know my affair with Tony Flynn is hardly a question mark in his mind, though it certainly was for me. It’s not now. I know where I belong.
As I enter the apartment, there he is, as if he never left. Sitting in his chair pouring over some business papers, he looks as disinterested as if I’d just gone to the market. I meet his scrutiny meekly, already feeling the surrende
