Beomia shifted in her cocoon of covers and turned to her husband, who lay beside her. “What is it?”
Aiken sighed. “You were far away. I’m sorry to bring you back.” In the darkness she heard him swallow. “It’s today, isn’t it?”
“How long now since he died?”
He exhaled slowly. “You will never be entirely mine, will you, my love?”
“No.” She reached out and took his hand, smiling. “No. But only because I am not an object to be possessed. Now go to sleep, you great lummox.”
“Yes, love.” A pause. “Goodnight.”
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