It was another sleepless night; Francis had been having a lot of those lately. Ever since he'd permitted Mary to be with Conde, he'd felt like a shell of his former self. How could he carry on knowing that she was in Conde's arms, making love to him? She wasn't Conde's wife, for God's sake! He knew she wanted a sense of security after her assault, but he couldn't help but question her judgement.
All Francis wanted was to be beside Mary, but he had no way of knowing if that'd ever happen again.