Phoenix:
His wife?
Was he playing with me?
What did he know about his wife when he never spent time with her?
I tried to get a grip of my feelings and forced a smile, but I couldn't.
"Jealous?" his gentle voice pulled me back into the reality where I was standing with him, not knowing what to make of it.
"Now… I'm curious and jealous?" I attempted to manage a weak grin, "Why will I be jealous of a woman who died… I mean, who isn't here in this palace anymore?"
I never knew this was so uncomfortable to discuss myself with him. He pushed against the door frame and came inside, "That's what I was thinking. Why would you do that?"
He picked a pecan from the crystal bowl and started munching on it, "She died," he uttered casually as if telling me about a random chore.
"H…how?" I wasn't aware why I was asking this. Was I looking for validation?
"Fire," he shrugged, "She burned in fire."
My mouth formed the shape of an O.
