Her skin was warm.
“Why did you really marry her?” I asked.
Ben came closer.
“The complete truth?”
“Yes.”
He sat on the opposite side of the bed.
“Rosie came to my office eleven months ago with a box of financial records. She said money was disappearing from her trust. She believed Richard planned to have her declared legally incompetent before her twenty-ninth birthday.”
“Why then?”
“The trust became fully hers at thirty. Until then, Richard remained co-trustee.”
“She was twenty-eight.”
“Yes.”
“What did she want you to do?”
“Help prove she could manage her own affairs.”
“And marriage helped.”
“It made it harder for Richard to isolate her, but that wasn’t the main reason.”
“What was?”
Ben looked at Rosie with a tenderness so deep it hurt to witness.
“She asked whether my fourth-grade promise still counted.”
My throat tightened.
“I told her it did.”
“So you loved her.”
