Chapter 19

ROMAN

The sun had fallen into the horizon and the moon had risen, yet clouds shielded it’s light and left the night dark and gloomy.

Much like my mood.

I sat in the garden, a glass of whiskey in hand as I stared off into the distance.

I sat there wondering when I’d become a man with misplaced priorities.

There was so much at the company I needed to set straight, so much with Bertha I needed to fix yet, here I was, staring up at the sky like a fool, her voice ringing in my ears, her words repeating like an omen.

‘Why don’t you let go?’ She had asked.

‘I’m a person too,’ she had said.

Those words resonated in my and now they plagued me.

And it made me wonder if I’ve ever given her a reason to think otherwise. Of course she’s a person!

Or, maybe it’s just me, who hasn’t seen her that way since we married.

When we had only just met, I had no impression of Amelia because she practically blended into the background like she belonged there, and when she was finally out in