I shrank a little inside the fluffy towel, deeply embarrassed. After a few moments of silence, my discomfort climbed to unsuspected levels and then he assured me:
“I’m not going to tell Hans. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Why did you do it, Johanna?”
“…Well, you’ve been hiding things from me. Can you blame me?”
“No. The saddest part is that I can’t,” Alexander replied with a long sigh, and he walked to the bed and sat beside his sleeping children. He rested his elbows on his thighs and looked at me. “But I also wouldn’t have wanted you to know any of that. It’s not… pleasant. It wasn’t pleasant for me to hear it. I imagine that for you, reading it must have been uncomfortable and perverse, perhaps.”
“Perverse?”
I felt a little relieved immediately. He wasn’t angry… was he?
Well,
