Murder

Let me tell you now: I kill her.
I love Gwenna White more than my life. And still – I'm her demise.

It should have been simple. Easy come, easy go, and in between: atonement.
She was not who I'd have chosen.
Gwen was delicate and lovely: a former model with a ruined life, living loudly in the quiet of the Smoky Mountains, healing injured bears.
When she laid her hands on me, she healed me too.
That's how it began. That's where it went wrong.
I knew she could never be mine. But I sinned.
I sinned.