Chapter Thirty-three
Matthew strode through Sydney Airport, as happy as a kid at Christmas. He was back home with a revitalised sense of purpose. Just when he’d thought life couldn’t get any better, Bernadette had phoned to relay her change of heart, a fresh new attitude that had cartwheeled into a wealth of goodwill. It was the crystal that had transformed her. Didn’t Dalesford say the Alice Spring crystals restored harmony within the individual? That they opened the mind and healed the emotions?
He and Bernadette had talked some more after her astounding declaration. She’d been candid with him about how she’d felt in the marriage; had told him that marrying a workaholic was a recipe for sadness. ‘The loneliness of you never being there just ate me up. I fell back into my spending addic
