“Over time, the signs of strain began to show, both in her because she was sharp enough to notice how much I held myself back, and in me, for the holding back. And I loathed myself for the weakness. For the misplaced guilt I saw building in her eyes. But we went to the club, we experimented. We loved one another, so we made it work. We made it work right up until . . .” My voice catches, nervousness closing my airways. I gather myself and continue, “Right up until I met someone. A young soldier who changed everything.” Lucien has gone so still, I’m not sure he’s breathing. His golden hair is
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