Chapter Forty Five

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Damn him! Why did he have to give me that particular detail of our time together? Why couldn't I have been left blissfully unaware so this horrible feeling of dread wouldn't be happening this morning?

I need to know what he did and why before I judge him too harshly. I love him too much to not give him the benefit of the doubt. She finished flipping the last piece of bacon and put the heaping platter inside the oven to keep warm. She noticed the tears when she bent over to open the oven door, and they hissed dully on its surface. She wiped her face with the dishtowel, and then thought she should just wash her face, to try to get rid of her red eyes. Once she was convinced that all traces of her crying were gone, she called to Damien to come into the kitchen.

He heard the tone in her voice. It was emotionally detached, distant. He felt real fear then, right to his heart. ugh! Why did I have to tell her? No, he knew why, she deserved