If he didn’t say what was on his heart now he might as well crawl into a hole somewhere and die. His life wouldn’t be worth living.… Out it came. Everything. Pouring out of him. He expected to be driven from the house and instead she looked at him the way she looked at her children when they were upset over something—as if, as a human being, he had a right to his feelings, whatever they were. When he took her in his arms she neither accepted his kiss nor resisted it. Instinct told him that it would end badly.
