I did believe that Alexander was very sorry.
But believing the promises he kept making me was not quite as easy.
I asked him for some space after we returned from dinner. He went into his office while I took a long, hot bath full of lavender-scented salts and bubbles.
When I got out and went to change into some sleep clothes in my dressing room, I heard the quiet sounds of him returning, closing his office door behind him and then closing himself into the bathroom. The tub finished draining and the shower came on.
I crawled into bed trying to decide how I was feeling.
My mind would not be quiet now. It kept circling on a mystery.
What were those words that Alexander had almost said, but couldn’t?
Even if I could have dragged them out of his mouth by force, I wouldn’t have. H
