After they were married, Johannes changed toward her. He became more afraid of her strangeness, no matter that she remained his loyal wife.” “So he was a jerk?” Ben asked, propping himself higher against his headboard. There was something disturbingly intimate about sitting in bed and talking about this stuff, even if the story ended in tragedy. “Was she sorry she married him?” “We love until we do not. For us, love doesn’t fade gradually. It snaps like a branch bent too far.”
