Lissa leaned against the stove.
“I’ve heard every
word you’ve said, Silas. You came to hurt me and you have. If that makes you feel better, then you’ve
done it.”
He started
for the door.
She placed
herself between him and door. She didn’t want to this, but she had no choice.
“Silas, I
forgive you for this.”
He
halted.
“You forgive
me for what?”
“For coming
here like this. I forgive you.”
“You think I
care? Don’t you think you need to forgive your husband instead?”
“I forgive
you,” she repeated quietly.
His fingers
curled tightly around her upper arms. Squeezing, he pulled her against him. Leaning
down, he pressed his mouth against hers, and forced her back against the
doorframe.
“You do?” he
caustically asked.
She looked
boldly into his bitter eyes.
“I do,” she
whispered. “I pray God forgives you, too.”
Silas propelled
her away from him, and slammed the kitchen door behind him.
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