“I’ve had enough people deciding what’s best for someone else.”
She reached across the table and took my hand.
“So have I.”
For the first time since Carol died, I no longer felt like I was carrying her secret by myself.
There would still be pain ahead—for Rebecca, for Anna, and for me.
But at least now, that pain belonged to the truth.
I still loved Carol.
Thirty-six years of marriage didn’t disappear simply because I finally knew what she’d hidden from me.
But I would never mistake silence for protection again.
