CHAPTER 21FALSE ADVERTISING
“A few good weeks in February—then the night terrors began, and he disappeared completely,” remarked Kelly to her best friend, Dianne O’Connor, as the two walked along the New Bethany levies in early May, the swirling waters of the rain-swollen Susquehanna mirroring Kelly’s rising sense of turbulence within her marriage. “I mean, for that brief period, it felt like I got the man I married back, or at least some approximation of him. But maybe I’ve been fooling myself all these years. Maybe that man never existed.”
“What do you mean by that, Kell?” asked Dianne.
“Well, I’ve only ever known Ryan since he was a doctor. I never actually got to know the man he was before the neurosurgical world started layering all its twisted ways on him. I never got to know the
