"Sit down." the voice loud enough to command her and she surrendered to his urging. The bed met her. It felt softer than before, asking her to sleep in the dark. Like the hand of a trusted friend that offered her security that was never there. The winds sang a lullaby for her. But his grip on her shoulders started to tighten.
"You said that you had met him that night." she nodded, the voice felt dim, fading. "I was there when you returned. Why did you not tell me?" he remembered feeling the distinct smell of a man on him.Â
He had blamed the stable boy when she had been with her husband. Yes, he believed that she was telling the truth. Mixing half truth and half lies, it has always been the best way to fool someone. Her husband must have taught him.
