Chapter 66

• I contemplate telling her about the house as we drive home, but I can’t find the words. For all the rational control I have over my life, I’m aware that life still holds so many insecurities. The vulnerability of loving someone so much you’re afraid of losing them. The vulnerability of Laine’s old life is a viable alternative to the one we share.
• She seems happy at my side, never any mention of the old house or how it’s doing.
• I suspect she’s keen to stay in blissful ignorance, just as I am to keep her that way.