“I know that now. I actually knew before the wedding.”
I stared at him.
“I know that now.”
He continued.
“Your father visited me.”
“What?”
“He came to tell me he’d been wrong.”
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My father had died the following year after a long illness.
Jeffrey said that my father began regretting what he’d done. He gave Jeffrey the wooden box as an apology; it included letters he’d sent to my mother before they married.
“Your father visited me.”
My father was also in love with someone whose parent thought they were making a mistake. But if he had listened then, I wouldn’t be here.
“Why didn’t you just come back?” I asked.
“Because I’d already promised my life to Margaret by then. I loved her too, Ruth.”
Strangely, that didn’t hurt as much as I expected.
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“I loved her.”
“What you had with her was real?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m glad.”
