David
I loved her.
The emotion was right there, right in my heart, in my mind, as if it had been there the whole time. Perhaps it had. Maybe the fight I’d just had with Kaye had pulled a concealing cloth free to let me look at what I was actually feeling.
It was highly disturbing.
For thirty years, I’d lived without love. Oh, I’d loved my father, and even my grandfather. But I’d never loved a woman—not in any way—until Kaye had strolled into my life and messed everything up.
Well, to be fair, I strolled into her life, and I was the one who set about getting to know her, plotting to marry her.
Always the saint, that woman. Never the sinner.
I couldn’t stop moving. My whole body felt like it was burning, smothered in embers that would give me no rest. I loved her. I loved my wife. The
