I never meant to stray. Mary's memory meant everything to me. But there was loneliness and pain. Her caress was cold, her kiss colder, but she kindled a flame of passion...a redeeming, damning purpose that filled the emptiness inside me.
Bobby never understood. Oh, he had his history... They two had flirted, played, pretended, and parted. He never fell into the trap I did.
I'm sorry, Mary. I'm sorry I allowed Vengeance to become my mistress.
But more than anything else, I'm sorry that I let her sing our sons to sleep at night and raise them as her own.