Chapter 29Harbor clouds bode another storm. Shivering from the drastic drop in temperature, I wrap my arms around my waist and watch dusk grow dark and cold over the island, then head back inside. I close the patio doors and switch on the back and front porch lights. Needing to unwind, I pour a glass of wine and stroll to the sofa, pondering Anne's elucidation of my infancy and my swelling empathy for Bruce. When Judith ripped him from my life, did he protest? Bruce and Aiden's pain at Judith's hand, I can't imagine. “What do you make of this mess, Kayla?” I whisper, imagining her replying, “Unbelievable!” Judith and Bruce's affair would have intrigued her to the point of unrelenting probing, and a diagnosis of Judith as phobic, fear of love or passion if there's even such a disorder.
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