She had combed through every moment of their relationship, recalling every conversation, every silent moment, every kiss and touch and laugh and hug. She was uncertain when they have moved from being a pair, a unit, to being two separate entities merely living under the same roof. When had they gone from being in love to just being?

Constance and I exchange a glance: she knows that I know that she is well aware of my intentions. Though, I suppose when it comes to Maura and how I feel about her, I've always been transparent. Why else would I ask for her personal invitation to a party I had no business attending?