The next week, we followed the activities on Oliver's to-do list because they kept getting better with each day that passed. Oliver's call to the correctional centre where Cecil was being held was what I needed to snap back to reality, and I haven't seen her since then. We had moved on to enjoy our honeymoon days.

Every morning, except for the days marked out, we would make love; it was the duty of whoever woke up first to initiate it. Oliver always wakes up first, so as soon as I woke, he'd kiss me, and his hands would begin their work. I didn't complain. It was nice when he...