Chapter 23
6.40 p.m.
All the other pages beyond were blank, lifeless.
David closed the book. He held it tightly to his chest and he cried. Cried for Julia’s baby, taken from her. Cried for whatever had happened to her after her baby went away; all those things she never talked about. Cried for the mess he’d created here this afternoon, in this bedroom that he’d decorated with Julia. For the way he’d so easily believed that Julia – Julia! – could have betrayed him and their marriage. So impossible for her, so easy for him. He hated himself. He hated being unable to know. Because he still didn’t understand everything really, did he?
What was their marriage? On their wedding day she’d met him at the registry office, her outfit splashed with mud from the November puddles. November rain. Sh
