The Zima Confession

Rodgers Iain

“Did you love him?”

“No, not really.”

The sincerity of her answer convinced him she might be telling the truth pretty much the whole time.

“No, I liked him a lot, and I’ll really miss him, but…” she tailed off and started crying again, holding a tasselled cushion up to her face to catch the tears.

Richard wondered if he should go and put his arm round her to comfort her, but he couldn’t do it. He would feel such a fraud, although perhaps the fake room would welcome another fake addition to its collection of fakeness.

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