Thane POV
A bottle of half-drunk whiskey lay by my side, along with the diary I hadn't dropped ever since yesterday. Needing to be alone, I gave all the staff today off.
It's easy to forget all the things one does out of anger or indignation, but I know the recipient of that action would not have trouble recalling it.
Andera's diary had shattered something inside of me. Andera, being such a creative person, had documented every tumultuous moment of our marital life together.
A few of her entries were pleasant to read, the rest made me want to go back in time and re-do everything right. If only I could, I would twist the hands of time to the day when she asked me out to lunch.
That morning, Andera had worn a stunning dress, she mentioned in the diary that she took extra time to gro
