Chapter 101. Don’t You Feel Too Heavy to Carry It?

Tristan held Kate’s hand as they went to look around each room.

He told her, “She was born into a wealthy family. Her parents’ only daughter. She grew up with a very good education and knew all kinds of arts. The best she could do was dance. She was a little sentimental, a perfectionist.”

They walked to the bedroom. Kate resisted it in her heart, but when they entered, she found it clean, tidy, quiet, and soothing. Tristan picked up a cushion from a recliner and showed her, “She was interested in this. For a period of time, she was almost obsessed with it.”

Cross-stitch. Kate looked at it. Two cute bears on the cushion. She touched the delicate stitches with her fingers. Her roommate used to do this. She thought it was a waste of time.

Tristan’s former wife was different from Kate's from this point. She seemed to see a woman doing a cross-stitch on a dark night. Time passed with each stitch.

They got back to the living room on the lower floor. Tristan s