Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass Chapter 18 CHRISTY WISHED there were more moonlight so she could see where she was going. Instead she followed the shoreline with the help of the water where it rushed up onto the sand and then flowed back out—she trundled along recklessly, just wanting to be away from him, as far away as she could get. She walked as fast as possible, in disbelief, her heart beating like a drum in her chest. She didn’t know him at all. She’d given herself to him entirely—she’d opened herself up in ways she hadn’t even known she could—and she hadn’t really known him at all. He’d been married? And he was freaking rich? She could barely even wrap her mind around either one of those concepts at the moment, let alone getting hit with both at once. All she knew was that Jack wasn’t . . . Jack now. He wasn’t the guy she’d come to know. He wasn’t the guy she’d bared her heart and soul to.
