And after his love was gone and pacing on the mountains overhead, came Colin’s wild hatred of both her and Kate. He stopped seeing them as themselves, and saw only his own dark images of them. Georgina was no longer the woman he loved; she was the woman who was depriving him of love. Kate was no longer his little girl; she was the person stealing his wife from him—or worse, she was the sister who had stolen away his mother.
His projections became so powerful, his anger so raw, that it would have been better had he been far away on a mountaintop. It felt to Georgina as though he’d slipped into a psychosis. But she could remember a time when everything had carried him to her. Then love ended.
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