"Not the version that you knew here, Phedre. Please try to remember that John as a sane man was quite different from the murderer and rapist that terrorized London when we were younger. I loved him dearly but sometimes love isn't enough. And sometimes love can be twisted."

Helen sighed, even more tense and embarrassed about this. This wasn't even something she really talked much to Will about, much less other people. "The John that was here was, in some ways, the John I fell in love with long ago. The only difference was that he knew his crimes and had to carry the guilt of them and my John from before hadn't done anything wrong."