“I never loved him,” I said; and at that moment I felt free as never before.
Those four simple words were very hard to say. For the latest weeks I had been saying them in my mind all the time. There they did feel right, but did not anymore when I said them aloud.
Tom regarded me with that piercing gaze of his commanding eyes. I knew this gaze; it always got me weak and incapable of making my own decisions. And that both firm and tender intonations in his voice, when he began reminding me of our sacred memories, I knew it too. I always felt weak near him. In fact that might ...