Chapter 106
There was a silence after this, of the sort that makes you hear all the tiny unbearable noises of creaking wood and breathing houses—only in an effort to pretend you haven’t heard what was just said. “I did love you,” I said softly, at last. “Once.” “Once,” he echoed. “Should I be grateful for that?” The feeling was beginning to come back to my numb lips. “I did tell you,” I said. “And then, when you wouldn’t go…Frank, I did try.” Whatever he heard in my voice stopped him for a moment. “I did,” I said, very softly. He turned away and moved toward my dressing table, where he touched things restlessly, picking them up and putting them down at random. “I couldn’t leave you at the first—pregnant, alone. Only a cad would have done that. And then…Bree.” He stared sightlessly at the lipst
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