Nouna is doing much better this evening. Mrs. Russell was by earlier in the afternoon for a visit, which seems to have lifted Nouna’s sprites. It was good to see some life back in her eyes. However, it is not this that is troubling me this evening. It is Roman.

How can one’s life shift so much in a short space of time? On the way to the hospital, we stopped at the furniture store to select some furnishings for Nouna’s room. Roman has decided to set up the small sitting room for Nouna as it has a wonderful view of the garden. The large French door will allow for the evening breeze to flow bringing the smell of the flowers into the room.

We have just been down there moving furniture ready for the delivery tomorrow. Roman told Dorothy that we would change the room around because she had more than enough to worry about, which is quite true. It was while changing things in the room with the door closed that things changed between us. I accidently pumped into him when I turned from windows. His arms spread around my waist and stayed there, I watched as his eyes changed colour, actually changed colour. I’m not sure how it happened but one minute we were looking at each other and the next we were kissing.

Oh, my Lord. His kisses are like heaven. I felt like I’d at last found a home. Even now, my hand is shaking; his large hands pulled me closer to his body. My arms snaked around his neck holding him as close as I could. Then he pushed me away, his eyes turned cold, as cold as ice and he turned and walked out of the room without another word.

What could I have done wrong?