WHEN LOVE HEALS

untless visits. Regularly, she would come by to see him, and Joe had even given her

whether he was lounging in the living room corner watching TV, playing games, or sitting at the desk bes

, she made her way towards it. As she reached for the bedroom

ath caught in her throat. The sight

ined expression, while the woman, despite her attempt to cover herself with a blanket

utter, "What... is this?" Her usually sweet voice trembled,

rambling to his feet. He hastily snatched up a towel

ords she might have spoken. Every word he said felt like just another lie-ho

with a desperate grip, his eyes filled with guilt. But h

and bolted from the room, her heart shattering with the agony and regret of being betrayed by the person she loved