*Micah*
‘She eases the loneliness that tarnishes his soul’.
It is the only paragraph I have put down during the past hour since I had left Isadora to her lecture. It could apply to me and her as much as it does to the detective and the woman he suspects of murdering her husband in my book.
I had planned for the new widow to be the villain, but now see the possibility for her to melt my no-nonsense inspector. Does he need thawing ? Would it make him vulnerable ?
With a moan, I drop my head back and shove my fingers through my long hair. I feel as though I am analyzing myself more than I am the character I have created.
But then it seems I am always evaluating my reactions to Isadora. I enjoy talking with her. I like that she isn't intimidated by me, she hadn't been from the first. I li
