Despite the rain, Thibault couldn\'t imagine going back to his house. He wanted to be outside; it didn\'t feel right to be warm and dry. He wanted to purge himself of what he had done, of all the lies he had told. She\'d been right: He hadn\'t been honest with her. Despite the hurt he felt at some of the things she\'d said and her unwillingness to listen, she had been justified in feeling betrayed. But how to explain? He didn\'t fully understand why he\'d come, even when he tried to put it into words. He could see why she interpreted his actions as those of an obsessed madman. And, yes, he was obsessed, just not in the way she imagined. He should have told her about the photograph as soon as he\'d arrived, and he struggled to remember why he hadn\'t done so. Odds were, she would have been surprised and asked a few questions, but it would have ended at that. He suspected that Nana would have hired him anyway, and t............