For a moment she could not believe that what had happened was real.
Then she thought she could understand why Warren had been so much in love with Magnolia that when they parted he had wished to kill himself.
She could understand that with somebody like the woman she had just seen, love would not be a soft and contented happiness, but a burning, fiery rapture that would consume those who felt it.
Then, when it was gone, it left them sucked dry of everything but a sense of despair.
‘Now I can understand,’ Nadia said beneath her breath. ‘But why, if she still wants him, does he need me?’
It all seemed incomprehensible.
She knew when Warren had told her in Paris how he had been disillusioned, she had thought he had lost the woman he loved for ever and had not expected to find her here,
