Not So Saintly

VALERIE

I just smiled at Gwen, touched by the ferocity of her loyalty, by the way she had taken my pain and made it her own.

"Oh, you poor thing," Gwen said, her voice softening again, her hand reaching out to cup my cheek. "You must have cried so much without having anyone to share your feelings with. When you moved in here and brought your things, I knew something was wrong with your marria