Evil in Disguise

An icy hand gripped Edward’s heart, so that he felt sick with anguish, but his face expressed no emotion. “No, I didn’t know,” he replied with a faint trembling in his voice. “When did she get married?” “Six months ago.” I was a fool to think that somehow or other we’d get together again, he though with bitterness. Edward was suddenly seized with the desire to be alone. Though his friend meant well, he wasn’t prepared to let him see how he felt, and worst of all, he couldn’t bear to see his friend’s pity. He rose to shake his hands with him.