Because the whole world must stand still and turn around them. Something it is not necessarily agreeable to.
They would find out very soon, of course. Tonight, in fact. April, the twenty-third, 1995.
Or is this how the whole ordeal ends for the both of them? With adultery and whispers, secrecy, hoops to leap through, the whisper of the truth?
This will end poorly.
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