I watch him grow lighter and lighter and further and further away from me and there is nothing I can do about it. He is whistling as if he hasn’t a care in the world, as if he didn’t lose his beloved wife in a terrible fire five years ago. He has a bounce in his step and his lips are permanently curled at the corners as if he can barely contain his happiness. I feel my fury mount and build around me in a thick grey mist. There has got to be something I can do to focus his mind once again on his grief. It was better when he grew a beard and tore up and down the beach on his horse, cursing fate for having taken me from him, for leaving him alone and lost. It was better when he was miserable. I resent Ellen for stepping into my place and letting him wrap his arms around her and make love to her as he once made love to me. The sweet nothings I mistook for lust I realize now are fuelled by love. I see it in the way he looks at her. It’s all in his eyes and I cannot deny it any longer.
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