He was no longer speaking as her psychiatrist; he was speaking as a man who loved a woman to the extent that he would do anything in his power to make her happy and keep her by his side, even if it meant giving her the freedom to leave him.
Meeting his gaze for the first time Odele startled at the depth of tenderness. Taking his hand, she placed it upon her breast. “I am scarred here….My pain has always been here and there has never been an escape. I don’t want to leave now time, however, I may take you up on your offer and move to the cottage—that is, if the offer continues to stand. I look at myself and the only thing of value I have ever possessed was my beauty, and now that is gone, too. Today. . . I accepted that fact and mourned the loss of what I once possessed.”
Unable to stop
