Chapter 11
11.15 a.m.
David picked up the detached ribbon. In a daze, he curled it around his finger and released it over and over until it fell and became a bookmark. He closed the book and sat there, rubbing his finger over the wooden figure of Eve on the cover. His stomach was raw, his head pounded and his legs felt like a lorry load of wood had tipped on them. It couldn’t be possible. Couldn’t be. She couldn’t have done that. Not that. She was his wife. His wife. She belonged to him.
His imagination ran amok. He pictured a bedroom far away. Some unknown man’s hands undoing the buttons on her dress. Her, taking her knickers off for him. His hands on her body, touching her, feeling his way, pressing himself against her beautiful, delicate skin as they stand entwined in each other’s ar
