Thane pov

A bottle of half-drunk whiskey lay by my side, along with the diary I hadn't dropped ever since yesterday. Needing to be alone, I gave all the staff today off.

It's easy to forget all the things one does out of anger or indignation, but I know the recipient of that action would not have trouble recalling it.

Andera's diary had shattered something inside of me. Andera, being such a creative person, had documented every tumultuous moment of our marital life together.

A few of her entries were pleasant to read, the rest made me want to go back in time and re-do everything right. If only I...