I thought about saying something to inflict pain, toss off a dagger aimed with practiced precision, but Jeffrey was looking up at me and he looked very serious, so I put the weapons away, and bent to hold him in my arms and let all the darkness leave the room while his warmth filled me. He was so small. I felt his hands clutch my hair, in need of cutting, and I lifted him easily off the floor, his rump seated on my arm, his sweet smell surrounding me. Perhaps she meant it innocuously, but you know how easily one can become defensive when one expects it. We're going to go fuck around on you and your insinuation and suffocating manner.
Hate fills a room and leaves none for anything else.
We had not had the time we needed, her and I, to stop loving each other before she hated me, and I hated her. It was a betrayal that I had committed, and we both knew that. The saddest part of the whole thing was that even I wasn't sure why I'd cheated, why I'd fallen in bed with someone who lived across the courtyard and why I was still there. Whether I ever loved Susan enough, and if Jeffrey was the only reason we'd married in the first place. I loved her.