NATHAN

NATHAN

She wasn’t saying anything which was unlike her.

I expected that she would bombard me with questions immediately Sarah left but she was quiet… too quiet.

“Well?” I prompted

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked.

I had never wanted to talk about how sour my marriage had gone with Eleanor until today.

“I do not want your pity, Camilla. Nobody forced me into the marriage, I was in love and we both fell out of love”

“I do not pity you” Her eyes flashed.

“Eleanor and I met when I was fifteen years old. My Italian boss allowed me attend an event with him and her father was host; that was the first time we met each other. She was intrigued by me and wanted to know more about whom I worked for and what I did.”

“I see” She muttered.

“We did not meet again until eight years later. She came to look for me and she said she wanted me to do something for her. The first year of our marriage was a fucking sham but I was in love with her and I want to believe she loved me too” I took a deep