He stretched his hand over the table and took mine.
“I’m tired of that, too.
For the first time since Carol’s death, I stopped feeling like she was carrying her secret by myself. There was still a lot of pain ahead, for Rebecca, for Anna and for me. But at least that pain, now, belonged to the truth.
I still loved Carol. Thirty-six years
of marriage they were not erased simply because I finally knew what had hidden me. But I would never confuse silence again with protection.
