"Can you tell me what happened between Rosemary and you?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "Who told you about her?"

"That is irrelevant. I'd like to hear your account of what occurred." Once more, I gently stroked his hair.

"Why? She's a part of my past. She doesn't relate to us in any way." He took a few long breaths before closing his eyes.

He was obviously not buying the lies he was telling either. I allowed him to be silent for a while.

A switch had been flipped in him. He was no longer the ...