During that visit, he gave Jeffrey the wooden box.
Inside were old letters my father had written to my mother before they married.
My father had once been in almost the exact same situation.
My mother’s parent had believed Dad wasn’t right for her.
Had my father listened back then, I would never have existed.
“Why didn’t you come back?” I asked.
Jeffrey looked at me.
“Because by then, I had already promised my life to Margaret.”
He swallowed.
“And I loved her too, Ruth.”
Strangely, hearing that didn’t hurt.
I thought it would.
Instead, I asked,
“What you had with her… it was real?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m glad.”
He looked surprised.
“I wouldn’t want another woman’s entire marriage turned into some mistake just because you and I were too frightened to say what we wanted when we were nineteen.”
Jeffrey reached for my hand.
