We returned to the construction site. We'd made great progress. Mayte directs her staff with a quiet authority I admire.
"This place will be beautiful," I commented.
"I know. And thanks to you. It'll be ready for my anniversary party with my beloved James," she replied, radiantly in love.
When we returned to the main house, I searched for his face, almost without meaning to. But he wasn't there.
His father confirmed it later: Gustave had gone back to the city.
My conscience, that logical part of me that protects me so much, sighed with relief. I wouldn't have to see him. There were only a few days left. I just had to endure it, not ask questions, not say anything. But my vulnerable side… that one ached for no logical reason.
He didn't come the next day either.
At the table, th
