The Contagion
Tony took my bare hand, the first he’d touched my skin that night, and flinched. “You’re burning up! How long have you been ill?”
I shrugged.
He grabbed my arm, pulled me across the meadow.
Sawbuck once told me that someday I’d have to return here, and when I did, I needed a reason to sustain me.
And as Tony pulled me across that wide meadow blazing in the moonlight, it all became clear. Molly, for all her deception and betrayal, had spoken the truth: it was time for me to grow up.
Tony had also spoken truth. I’d chased after Joseph Kerr, a man who didn’t love me, leaving behind my dear husband, my precious little child.
No wonder Acevedo wanted nothing to do with me! He was in pain, and I’d neglected and despised him. I’d hated him. I’d wished him to die.
But no more
