Sometimes Jane allowed him to, grateful for his embrace. Other times, she felt smothered. She went and slept in the armchair in the living room. She wasn’t good at being comforted by someone else. For most of her life, she had done that for herself. She knew she was safe with him, but could never quite manage to flip the switch on the instinct that told her David would harm her if she wasn’t careful. Her mercuriality wore them both down. It was exhausting. Jane knew this.
