little afraid of what those thoughts might be. But sheâd gotten to the point at which not knowing was worse than knowing.
âYou said youâd never stop loving me, Galen. What kind of love is it when you donât want to be alone with me, when you wonât even talk to me?â
âYou know Iâm not very good at talking sometimes.â
âThatâs not an answer; itâs an excuse. You may not have been the most talkative person, but you were always good companyâand you were always here, with me, every spare minute you had.â Bittersweet thoughts of those happy times flooded her mind, but she didnât stop to dwell on the memories. âYou havenât been to see me since that first night after I returned, and when you are here for church, you try to avoid me. Why, Galen? Why?â
He pushed his hair back with both his hands, holding it off his forehead for a moment, then letting it drop with a sigh. âEvery time I look at you, I think about how much I love you, then I think about what he did to you, and I just canât get over it. I think about him touching you, and it makes my skin crawl. I canât stand the thought of your being with another manââ
âI wasnât âwithâ another man, Galen. I was raped!â
âI know.â
âBut do you understand that? It wasnât an act of love. He touched me because he assaulted me.â
âI understand that. I just donât know how to deal with it, how to keep from thinking about it, how to . . .â He looked down at the ground, and Rebecca knew there was something else he wasnât saying. Something that bothered him a great deal.
âWhat else?â she asked.
âYou have his child,â he said without looking up.
Rebecca lost all the air in her lungs as suddenly as if heâd punched her. âYes, I have a child,â she said slowly. âAnd I love my son dearly.â She took another deep breath and held it an extra beat before asking, âIs that something else you canât get over?â
Galen didnât reply, and Rebecca realized his silence was an answer in itself.
âYou donât want to marry me now.â She didnât even bother to phrase it as a question.
He reached for her hand, and the wistful look in his eyes nearly broke her heart. âMaybe I just need more time, Rebecca.â
âOr maybe you need more love.â
As she thought about it now, Rebecca realized that she should have reached that conclusion earlier. She always had understood Galen better than he understood himself.
He did love her; perhaps he always would. But Galen had idealized her. When she returned from Devilâs Island, she no longer fit the ideal, and he was unable to accept a less-than-perfect version of love.
Rebecca punched the pillow and lay back down, trying to get back to sleep after her nightmare.
It didnât matter now. None of it did. The only thing that mattered was Victor.
Galen was gone, out of her life. Sheâd had a dream and lost it, then found it and lost it again. Her heart was broken, but it would mend. And when it did, she wouldnât ever make the mistake of falling in love again. The risk of losing another dream was simply too painful. No man was ever going to accept the fact that sheâd been raped and borne a child, and she might as well face that now.
Rebecca decided it was Godâs will for her to remain single. She would devote herself to a ministry of works, and to her sonâjust as soon as she got him back.
5
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