Dr. Max Hastings
AFTER
I lied when I said I didn’t love Laurel. To tell the truth, in some cases, is a dangerous thing to do. When you’re facing a murder charge, love is a powerful motivating factor. And, quite frankly, a complication I don’t need. To admit to Dr. Jones, or to anyone, that I was in love with Laurel, would suggest motive. Strong feelings always indicate motive.
Anyhow, there are different kinds of love. According to the ancient Greeks, there are eight different types. But I digress. The point is that attraction and desire—the ingredients that constitute love—are mysterious phenomena, ones even the most advanced scientists have yet to fully understand. Who among us hasn’t been blinded by the blanket of emotions that comes from falling down the precipice of union into love
