The more I moved, the more flexible I got. It was as if my difficulty in lifting a finger was just a fragment of my illusion. I hopped over the west wall of the estate and landed without a problem.
"That foolish man," I muttered while jogging away from the mansion. "How can he do that to his wife?"
I could imagine his wife's anger and son's confusion that Sam was taking care of another woman. Sam looked at me with the same affection in the past and talked soothingly. His new wife must be a good person for letting this strange set up because I wouldn't approve of it.
"Over my dead body," I whispered, putting myself in his wife's shoes. I sounded selfish, but I was selfish.
