Chapter 72 Richard - Hands & Knees

• “You've been quiet all evening," I murmured as I walked out of Elena's bathroom. I leaned back against the wall and watched my wife. She was in nothing but a towel, seated in front of her vanity with a blank expression. She had been combing her hair for several minutes now when it rarely took her more than a few moments. I could pretty much guess what's going through her mind.
• She looked up at me through the mirror and forced a smile as she put her hairbrush down, but she made no move to come near me. Instead, her gaze traveled back to her face, and the way she stared at her reflection broke my heart.
• She and I had been existing in an environment that had been wholly supportive of our marriage. Everyone around us had acted like my past with Sarah was non-existent, and the fact that very few people ever even knew about Sarah and me made it much easier to live in our facade.