Chapter Six
Fiona
December 1967 – Carthage, Texas – Whisper Ranch
Six months into our marriage, Collin began disappearing at night. Not every night, though. About every third or fourth night, I’d wake, and he’d be gone. Not wanting to wander around the huge house and risk waking people up, I’d stay in bed, awake, wondering where he’d gone.
He stayed away so long that I would eventually fall asleep, only to wake with him sleeping soundly in our bed. He’d always be n***d and would reek of s****l activity.
My hopes were that he was somewhere pleasing himself and not having relations with someone else. Thus far, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to talk to him about what he was doing.
I didn’t find s*x comfortable in the least. I could feel his frustration with me each time we had s*x,
