The Breaking — Chapter 14

We don't speak of that moment on the balcony. I act as if it never happened. I never took control, never made you so vulnerable—and you act as if that's the truth. But your moods swing like an anchor-stone at the end of a line, from brooding and irritable to relaxed and gentle, and I'm the unfortunate whose felucca has been blown into deep waters, trying to stay afloat.