Chapter 13

Serilda moved to another city for a year.
Not punishment.
Choice.
She needed distance from me.
From Evangeline.
From the portrait she had spent two years fighting.
She wrote once after six months.
No request to return.
She said:
I spent so much time asking whether you loved Lenora more than me that I never asked whether I liked who I became trying to compete.
Good sentence.
Painful.
True.
I replied:
You never needed to beat her.
Then stopped.
No emotional affair through letters.
May you like
No false hope.
We both needed lives outside the engagement.