As I move the rook I can't help but ponder. How can this man who looks so much like me be so different? I know it's true all those horrible things he's done. Yet I wish I didn't have to believe it. I would rather be ignorant of the truth. I would rather believe his love for me is real, but I have no faith in it. Not any more. I will always love him even after he is gone. And he will be gone, for even from jail I know he plots. It will only be death that stops him. I sigh. He is too damn good at chess. I've already lost, again.