Vincent returned home to find Dorothy already asleep.
Lately, she had been unusually lethargic. She was asleep before nine o'clock.
Vincent lay down on her right side, staring at the ceiling, his mind in turmoil. 'Should I tell Dorothy about Riley?'
His intuition told him he shouldn't keep it a secret and should inform her as soon as possible. Yet, in that brief moment, he found himself at a loss for words.
Vincent drifted off to sleep.
His breathing was steady, and he didn't notice the eyes that quietly opened beside him.
Dorothy had been woken by his tossing and turning but remained silent.
If his beloved woman woke up, he should be happy, right?
But she had schemed to become Vincent's wife. He must be troubled, thinking about how to ask her to leave.
No wonder Jeffrey was so su
