Chapter Fourteen
“Is Gwendolyn within?”
I heard his voice booming, while I was arranging flowers in the dining room. A second later, Stuart stormed into my house unannounced, and I found him just a few feet from where I stood. His face was flushed and angry.
“Tell me, Gwen. Why is it you put me off?” he demanded to know.
“I cannot be with you, Stuart,” I said. My words sounded feeble, but this came as such a surprise just two weeks after he’d left. His brisk entry left me breathless.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered him, in fact I’d thought of him everyday. I’d dreamt of him every night. He was my first thought in the morning, and I cried nearly every day to think that I could never know the peace and love I wanted from him. I had sent him a letter hoping he’d understand, though I d
