… Jilli … one name, Jilli. I should hate him, I have a right to hate him, but I can’t. He is my husband, whatever that means now … I don’t know. I thought my heart had hailed a taxi long before I walked out last night, but now, as I lay my head on the pillow empty and alone I know my heart is with him. I gave it to Luke and I can’t take it back. God help me, I still love him … I will love him forever, even if it destroys me.

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