Annalise told me she could see me in dreams. That her spirit flew free when she slept, and she flitted from mind to mind, from viewer to viewer. I did not believe her, not initially. Not until I felt her gaze upon me, peering from the eyes of a stranger. From many strangers, as it turned out.
In all my wanderings, in all my so-called 'philandering,' Mr. Gordon, I have loved only one woman. You will never find a more loyal, a more devoted lover than myself.
Ah.
Yes, well, there is that. My wife will not be pleased either way.
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