Chapter 204
Dafa's voice was a balm to my wounded soul, a soothing salve that eased the burning ache of guilt and self-doubt. I appreciated his presence, the solid feeling of him being there in the midst of this mess.
A part of me, the cynical, self-protective part, wondered if he truly understood the depth of my pain, or if he was simply offering comfort because that's what was expected.
I pushed the thought away, disgusted with myself. Dafa was here. That should be enough. I wanted it to be enough.
But the image of Lilith, draped in the lavender silk, kept flashing in my mind, a constant reminder of my own carelessness, my own inadequacy. And the fear, the gnawing, persistent fear that I wasn't good enough for Dafa, refused to be silenced. This marriage was so sudden, so unexpected. Did he even want this?
We remained in the kitchen, the silence stretching between us, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Finally, Dafa spoke, his eyes searching my face.
