Margaret, who helped me a lot.”
The beginning of the ugliest question I’d ever had to ask.
I squeezed his hand. “I’m glad somebody was there.”
“So was I.”
“How long were you there?”
“Almost a year.”
“And you thought about me?”
I’m glad somebody was there
“Every day.”
“Then why didn’t you come home?”
Then he looked away. “I wrote to you as soon as I could.”
“I never got anything.”
“I know.”
Almost a year.
“How?”
“Because eventually Helen contacted me.”
“Helen?”
“She said you’d moved on.”
“No.”
I wrote to you as soon as I could.
“She told me you were seeing someone else. She said you didn’t want me showing up and ruining your new life.”
I stood up. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“I thought so too.”
“Then why didn’t you come anyway?”
“I tried finding you. You’d moved.”
Helen contacted me.
“Because Helen convinced
