‘You’ll see,’ said Helen. ‘It’ll happen one of these days,’
They were lying in bed, and she knew what he was thinking, because he was staring, as he so often did, into the empty dark.
He put his arm around her and drew her to him, in gratitude for her kindness, her loyalty to him, her love. But he was thinking, a deep, secret, cruel thought: ‘If you want to call that love.’
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