(This is part 2. You did read part 1, didn’t you?)
Sera was beautiful in the way all women are at twenty. She had thick brown hair that she wore in a pony tail most of the time because she didn’t really know what else to do with it. Her slight slender simplicity was what drew him to her. That night his eyes fell on a young woman wearing garden boots and a kitchen apron as she volunteered to serve the meal in the fellowship hall. She had a strange transcendent quality that rendered him mute, and when she said hello to him, all he could do was nod and look away, confused and almost ashamed.
Webb invited her to his house to talk about life, God, and love. He knew it was manipulative, but he couldn’t stop. He even invited the preacher’s son to come over with her on several occasions to extend the illusion of a chaperone to her father. The first time Webb kissed Sera on the mouth in the kitchen the other fellow was thumbing through Garden and Gun magazine in the living room, oblivious.
Webb could still see the e-mails he found on his computer between his wife and that same boy, the boy she’d known from childhood. The words glowed off the screen with passion and affection, ripping Webb’s guts and leaving him catatonic from grief.
He held his temples tightly, his eyes pinched until stars came into the blackness of his thoughts.