“Is it…” she begins, “…are you…do you wish we had not…wed? Is that it?” He turns to her, for what feels like the first time in many days, and his face is pained, aghast. He presses his hand down on top of hers. “No,” he says. “Never. How could you say such a thing? You and Susanna are all I live for. Nothing else matters.”
So real
