‘Perhaps not in England.’
I took a long breath. I needed to finish my confession while I still had the courage. Catholicism in England was for another time. ‘Raphael. I’m going to tell you all of it. I love you and I want you to know.’ I took a deep breath. ‘I need you to.’ And I did, for if he was to be my husband, he had that right.
He lifted my hand to his lips. ‘Then tell me, cara. Say everything you need to.’
caraI had to watch his face while I did. He held my hand, stroking it lightly with his thumb, which helped as well. ‘I was very young … well you know that, obviously. I was sixteen when I gave birth to her, fifteen when … we were both fifteen. Little more than children. It happened once.’ I looked away for a moment, biting my lip. ‘It wasn’t enjoyable and, well, there was neve
