I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to hold on to my senses, my rationality.
Adela did not understand what she did to me. She did not understand the extent to which she had me bound. Until three days ago, I did not realize the extent either.
I knew I loved her. I was not a man to doubt what I felt. The moment I realized I fancied her, I did not try denying myself, but I had to know why as a sensible man. What about her made it hard to breathe when she was away? What about her made it hard to focus when she came near? What about her affected my senses?
First, I assumed curiosity did me in. Never had I been this curious about anyone. I daresay I was not so curious about my mother who I searched for for decades. Adela made me curious. But I still needed to know why. Why did she make
