For the first time, I didn’t set down our photograph.
I took it from my purse and studied our young faces.
“I did love you,” I whispered. “I won’t apologize for that.”
Daniel waited several steps away.
I slipped the photograph back into my purse.
When Ruth picked me up, she asked what I wanted to do next.
On the flight home, I saw another plane through the window. My hand moved toward my heart out of habit.
Then I lowered it.
When Ruth picked me up, she asked what I wanted to do next.
“Have dinner with you,” I said.
“Then we’ll go to the beach.”
“Anything else?”
“Yes. I think I’d like to see the ocean.”
She smiled.
“Then we’ll go to the beach.”
