Unbound (The Braille Club #2) by J. A. Kerr Read Free Book Online Page A

eyes. The sob of despair ripped through him and his shoulders heaved as he cried.
    At last he became aware of his surroundings. He saw Anna’s husband then, stumbling down the street, and sank into his seat, out of view. Her cry made him peep over the dashboard in alarm. Anna had run onto the road and thrown her arms around the prone figure of her husband. It looked like she was begging for forgiveness. They staggered around crazily as he tried to prise her loose. He shoved her away and she fell to her knees, sobbing and incoherent. Guy watched in horror, unable to move, but unable to look away. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there. Eventually, he saw Anna’s husband reach out his hand and pull his wife to her feet. They walked slowly to the open door of the flat. She didn’t look around; she didn’t look for him, her eyes never left her husband’s face. As he watched them enter the flat with their arms around each other, he had never felt so alone.
    The image of Anna with her husband was burned into his memory banks. He was unsure how long he’d been there. He stayed, hoping to catch a glimpse of her at the window. She never appeared, and as darkness fell, he wondered if it would be the last time he would see her. The thought chilled him to the bone. He needed her…could not survive without her because he could no longer deny his feelings. He was in love with Anna…the realisation made him reel. Like war it was brutal; his heart the casualty, wounded and bleeding. His thoughts were the enemy; he loved her…but she did not love him, they taunted. Wrestling with his volatile emotions, he gripped the steering wheel. He was a survivor, he would survive this. This battle was lost, but not the war. Anna needed time, and she had some hard decisions in front of her. He reached out and started the car. What they had together had been real, he was certain she would see that. Everything was in the open now. It wasn’t the way he would have planned it, but realistically if Anna split from her husband, he’d be relieved. He wasn’t sure what their future held; he only knew he wanted her, all of her…all the time.
    He put the car in gear and pulled away, his heart lighter as his mind mulled over the possibilities. Leaving Anna felt wrong, but what could he do? He must wait for her to contact him; it would be hard but necessary. She needed space, but now the damage was done, he felt sure they’d be together. This theory, and this theory alone, became his focus. He banished his darker thoughts, no longer seeing Anna’s hate-filled face as she shoved him away.
    The next day at work he was hopeful he’d bump into her, but he didn’t. Days turned into weeks until he found out she wasn’t at work. He went back to checking his mobile and home phone obsessively, but they both remained silent. She filled his dreams at night and his thoughts by day. The pain in his heart grew worse as the weeks slowly turned into months and his hopes of reconciliation faded. He lost weight, he couldn’t sleep, and the dark purple circles around his eyes told a story he himself was unwilling to share. His colleagues had given up trying to get him to talk when all they got back was stony silence.
    After that, they stayed away, avoiding him. Whenever he entered the room, it fell quiet. He made his colleagues uncomfortable; no one would meet his eyes. People stopped talking when they saw him, and he hated them for it. His rage and unhappiness, raw and ugly, had become a barrier. The fact Anna had been so close, just a few floors between them, drove him crazy, but he had never seen her. Thoughts of going to her offices again were dismissed, but the knowledge was like a festering wound. Guy stared hard at his reflection and didn’t like what he saw; he was unrecognisable. Something had to change. Ashamed of his behaviour and utterly miserable, he requested a transfer with a heavy heart.
    Almost two years now since their affair, the hurt and