Whipped: An Arthur Beauchamp Novel(109)

“Umm, Margaret . . .”

She paused before mounting the stairs to their bedroom, and turned to him. “Umm, what?”

Arthur was committed, helpless against the demands of guilt, overwhelmed by an irresistible impulse to repent: “I have something to tell you, dear. It wasn’t nothing. It was in fact something.”

He took a deep breath before continuing, and a great spasm of relief swept over him. Confession would make him free. Let what comes come; let what goes go. He would find out what remains.