Thane POV

A bottle of half-drunk whiskey lay by my side, along with the diary I hadn't dropped ever since yesterday. Needing to be alone, I gave all the staff today off. 

It's easy to forget all the things one does out of anger or indignation, but I know the recipient of that action would not have trouble recalling it. 

Andera's diary had shattered something inside of me. Andera, being such a creative person, had documented every tumultuous moment of our marital life ...