“And did she give you a reason why she did not tell you before now?”

“What she said is that she was afraid I might not be open to the idea and that I would stop loving her.”

“Yes. That was her concern when she spoke of it to me.”

“But, she knows me better than that.”

“Does she?”

“Of course she does.”

“Contrary to what you may believe, Rowan, everyone has secrets. They do not necessarily keep them secret to harm or injure. Sometimes they do so in order to protect. You are a perfect example.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. How often have you lied, or simply twisted the truth, in order to protect Felicity from what you perceived as harm?”

“That’s different,” I objected.

“Actually, no it is not. You are simply too close to see that.”

“Maybe,” I half-agreed. “But she lied to me about our relationship.”

“No, Rowan, she did not. She simply repressed one of her own desires in order to protect her relationship with you. She never lied.”

“You’re splitting hairs.”

“No, I am stating a fact.”

“Okay, fine,” I said with a nod. In my heart I knew she was correct, so further objections wouldn’t do any good. “So, what else did she tell you?”

“I am not at liberty to discuss that. Her sessions with me are confidential, as are yours.”

“But you just…”

She cut me off. “I simply told you something you already knew, because she had told you herself. Please, do not ask any more about things you know I cannot discuss. Now, continue your story.”

“I’m not sure that I’m comfortable with that, given what you just…”

“Rowan, you need not worry. Your wife adores you, which is the very reason she repressed this aspect of her sexuality to begin with. Believe me when I tell you there is nothing else you need to know. Now, please…go on.”

“Well, I don’t really see the point…”