His wife was combing her soft brown hair.
“Pen. We need to talk.”
She put down her hairbrush and he gently compelled her to sit.
“I have a confession.”
Penny’s heart begged him to be silent and leave her the illusion of happiness.
“You married me because I made you two promises. I’m about to break one of them.” He took her hand. “Brown Mouse. Please don’t be cross but I have fallen in love with you.”
She couldn’t stop the tears. But he kissed them away.
That was the anniversary of their wedding and the day their marriage began.
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