He wasn't sure what he was saying, either, but he felt as if he were slipping into some dangerous world - one where answers ceased to be easy.

“I knew the instant Margaret spoke that she intended to use me as a weapon. What…”

“I only said I would stop talking to you, he'd written. I never promised to stop…”

“Her fingers clenched against his shoulder blades. “You don’t know what you’re a…”

“The vicar gave him permission and he kissed her - not hard, for lust, nor long,…”