CHAPTER 91
TRISTAN'S POV
I looked at my phone screen for the upteenth time that day, wondering if calling my wife would make me look clingy. I had already gotten her coffee when she had refused to come out with me and I didn't know if she had taken it.
However, her question still lingered in the air.
Who is Beryl?
How was I supposed to tell a woman who was gradually getting used to it that the Beryl she had heard about was my first love?
This sudden need to be close to Laureen was getting on my nerves, and I was attributing it to feeling concern for her.
I believe it developed from the day the doctor had said Mrs Finn didn't have anything more than a month to live and the way she sobbed on my shirt that day melted my heart.
I could not even scream at her like I usually did. Instead
