At home, with my husband in bed, I turned on the computer and found more of Richard's work. Everything throbbed with real life. There was the sacrifice of Iphigenia, the ecstasy of Theresa. But what pushed me over was his St. Dymphna, and the real sadness in her tender face.
I was up all night, just looking, drinking wine from the bottle. At seven in the morning, Michael found me, startled me with his hand on my shoulder. I shut the website like it was pornographic.
"Dee? Are you okay?"
"I— no. I'm sorry." I smiled. "Do you want breakfast?"
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
