“Was she your wife?” she says, almost in a whisper. “I don’t know,” he says. “I really don’t know.” “Funny to think, isn’t it, that you might have a wife?” He shrugs. It’s not funny, not really. It’s awful. He remembers what Jasmine said last night over dinner, about how he was being cruel not finding out who he was, that there might be people worrying about him. And until now he hasn’t been able to imagine what that might really mean. He’s felt nothing for anyone beyond the people in the room with him. Now, suddenly, he loves someone from before. He loves Kirsty.
SEE I TOLD U IT WAS MARK CAN’T TRUST THAT STALKER SMH
