The Art of Deception
But all I saw was a deep sadness, a sense of regret that seemed to mirror my own.
"What did you talk about?" I asked, my voice firm but controlled.
Kaye hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But then she took a deep breath and began to speak, her words spilling out in a rush.
"We talked about our pasts, our fears and dreams. Gael told me about his childhood, about how he grew up in a poor household. And I told him about my ex-husband, about how he abused me."
As Kaye spoke, I felt a pang of recognition. Gael had told me about his childhood, about the struggles he had faced. And I had told him about my own fears and dreams.