“I thought you didn’t want to lay eyes on her, Aurelia.” The way he said his wife’s name was unnervingly intimate. Aurelia flushed, the colour rising from her neck and staining her cheeks. Ferron stepped towards her. “If you feel that I’m hoarding her, keeping her all to myself, perhaps I should include you more. She could have dinner with us. I could move her into our wing of the house, bring her when we visit the city. Perhaps we should have included her in that solstice photo that you bought.” Aurelia was turning paler and paler. “The world already knows she’s mine,” Ferron said, his words
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