A couple of weeks ago, he went out with his beta to see a movie. They wanted me to come along, but I just wasn't in that mood. I had not yet gotten used to the whole idea of going out with a man not called Johnny. Though the bond had been broken, a part of me still felt married. They returned drunk, unable to control themselves. With the help of the housekeeper, we were able to get them to bed.

"I love you," he said to me as I was leaving his room.

Of course, I did not take him seriously. He certainly didn't know what he said.

But...