Maybe Deirdre is not a mistake. That voice again. I bared my teeth, yet it continued on. Would a cold-blooded killer worry over your injuries? Would she let herself be open and vulnerable as she made love to you? Would such an evil person dive into the river to rescue you when she cannot swim? “Quiet!” I punched the tree again. Would you fall in love with such a woman? And there it was, the true crux of the matter—my emotions were already in play. Which only made me doubt myself more.
