“For a while I was happier than I’ve ever been,” she told him almost proudly. Then her eyes looked down at her feet tucked into the small pink flats. “But it didn’t last,” she added. The admission was one filled with heaviness.
“You should never have attempted a cause so feeble,” he told her as though that truth was self-evident.
Staring into his cold eyes it was hard to admit he was right, but time, distance and three brutal three years between this and their last confrontation, convinced her he was right. Then too, Clive was never wrong. Oh, how things might have been different if she hadn’t been so doggedly stubborn that night. In a quarrelsome fit she fled the mansion, and had since paid dearly for that blunder. Thinking that she could live without Faltz House and the master of that
