Chapter 67

I’d thought of that a lot. I’d certainly played a part in our downward spiral. And it was true—I did take too much pride in his voice, his talent. Would I still love him if he wasn’t Wilhelm Knight the tenor but just plain old Lei the store keeper?

Tears pricked my eyes and I fell back in bed, then turned to my side and clutched the pillow. I’d sobbed so much in the last days, I didn’t even try to stop myself anymore. I ached for him. I could almost feel Lei’s arms around me. Did he miss me at all?

When Lou had come by yesterday, she’d told me how her brother refused to see them, but called Lorraine once a day to reassure everyone. He was seeing his therapist and that was all anyone knew.

I grabbed my phone and checked my calls again. I clicked into my e-mail. There was a message there from some spam server or old newsletter I’d once subscribed to. The message was in bold red ink and punctuated with little pink hearts.