"He knew something wasn't right." Zoe gave a slight smile. "He knew that I was upset; it took him moments to figure it out. He knew me." She took a slow ragged breath. "How could I tell him he died...again? How do I follow that with you? 'Sorry, dear, I know you're just getting used to being dead, but I've moved on. Here's my lover. By the way, he's God.'" She was mad but not at him.
"How do I tell him that I love him, but I love you?" She looked lost and sick. The Amazon warrior moved to the couch finally, settling down on the very edge. She didn't look up at him; instead, she stared at her hands. Hands that had done so much, some of it good, some of it not so good. "How do I tell you I still love him...with him around so that I can actually love him? How do I choose? I married him; I gave him my word. But, I love you; I want to be with you. I missed him." Her hands came up to hide her face and the tears.