But the lack of knowledge couldn’t change the absolute truth—it had all happened. That she had lived nine long months of her marriage completely and thoroughly unloved.
“Simon,” she uttered, her fingertips gently grazing the pulse point on her opposite wrist. “You gave me a choice to either walk into your world and have all the answers I’m looking for or forget about it and focus on the future.”
“I suppose I did,” he responded, his voice resonating with depth and gravity. “Have you reached a decision?”
“Yes!”
A fleeting glimmer flickered in Simon’s eyes, too quick for Carmen to decipher or assign meaning to before it vanished. “Very well,” he said, before looking around. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.”
Carmen acknowledged his gesture with a nod, allowing him to take her hand as they navig
