“I want the woman I think you are. But the longer you dissemble, the more I think I made a mistake. Saw things in you that weren’t there.” I fisted my hands and bit down a protest. He made me feel so conflicted. I wanted to shout, You didn’t make a mistake. I am her! I wanted to cut my losses and run before the devil owned more of my soul. “There was purity in that basement. That’s the way I live. There was a time I thought you did, too.” I did, I wanted to say. I do. “Some things are sacred. Until you act like they’re not. Then you lose them.” The door swung silently shut.
