Chapter Twenty-Four
It was just a couple of miles down the road, but Jules felt the separation from David acutely. Every yard was a stab in her chest. Every inch was a slow drip of poison in her veins. Dimly she was reminded that a dagger and a vile of poison were how Romeo and Juliet met their ends in the play.
This would not be how the curtain fell on this particular romance. Jules and David weren’t two immature kids who made rash decisions.
Well, their marriage within twenty-four hours had been quick, but Jules didn’t doubt for a second that they had the stuff to make it last. There was the spark, that ethereal force that told them both they were meant to be. Jules trusted that force more than anything. It was sent from heaven, so it had to be right.
Besides that divine connection,
