Chapter 46

Augustus

Looking at my wife’s crippled leg brought constriction to my heart. I rebuked my incapability as I observed the way she was walking to the sink holding the hand of our son. It got me sick as a parrot seeing her stagger on her steps. I shouldn’t have believed all the information the police gave and should have personally got the situation investigated. Indicatively, I would have traced my wife much earlier knowing she was alive. The forlorn feelings of anxiety, depression and helplessness transpired my insides looking at her stringent walk. She has endured so much pain going through a lot in the past, a child on the way, pregnancy problems and a handicapped body. Yet my cupcake did not lose her hope and courage to face the challenges of life.

I told her about everything, my wedding with Veronica, her unexposed sexuality, the death of my sister and my guardianship of Abigail. She was at a loss of words, clearly appalled by my declarations. Probably the past