56. Who is She?

Stanley

I wake up the morning after sleeping with Frida, feeling a jumble of emotions.

For years, I had convinced myself that I wasn't ready to be with another person after what happened to Molly. But now that I have taken the plunge, I feel that I have let go of my fears. Things will be different with Frida.

I try to shake off the lingering feelings of dread as I look over at Frida, still soundly asleep. Her long hair is splayed across the pillow, and her soft breathing fills the room. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful.

Carefully, I slide out of bed and begin to get dressed. As I pull on my shirt, I hear Frida stir behind me. "Where are you going?" she asks groggily.

I turn to face her, unsure of what to say. "I... I just need some fresh air," I stammer. "I'll be back soon."

Frida nods, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes. I know that I need to talk to her to explain why I am feeling so conflicted. But I can't bring myself to say the words. Not yet.

I wander out to the bal