“Your father loved you.”
“Can we talk someday?” she wrote.
I looked at Walter’s cardigan still hanging over his chair.
“Someday. But not today.”
Then I picked up his cardigan and finally let myself cry.
For years, they thought I was waiting to take from Walter.
But Walter knew the truth.
I hadn’t married him for a fortune.
I had loved him through the kind of days money couldn’t survive.
And in the end, he made sure I didn’t leave that love carrying the cost alone.
