A Matter of Chance

She might just as well tell him, Cressida decided, knowing full well the final thread of their relationship might be snapped.

Forcing herself to look at him she said in a clear voice, "I love you, Giles, but you don't love me. That's why I am going back to England."

Being back home should have helped. But it didn't. Giles face seemed imprinted on everything Cressida looked at, his voice was always in her ears. Would she ever get used to life without him?