This was how her husband found her several hours later. Upon entering the room, he stood between the door and table staring at her. Lia could have sworn he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned and stalked from the cabin after he took a chart from the bench and tucked it under his arm. This time, she didn’t hear the key turn the lock as he left.
Leaning back in the chair, she thought about this man she was now to call husband. It seemed his emotions changed each time she saw him. Yesterday he hated her. Today he was seemingly remorseful. Why? All night long, she thought about his accusations.
He said she used him.
Admittedly, it had been wrong of her to run away the other night when she should have confronted him with what she’d heard, so she could see where he migh
