35
DARCY
“So tell me, Duchess—where did we go wrong?” I asked as I reloaded my camera. Lynne and I were walking across the site, Lynne providing explanations of everything I was photographing.
“Where didn’t we go wrong?” she asked in response. “You weren’t in love with me. I wasn’t in love with you. It took me a while to figure that out, but when the reality kicked in, I knew we didn’t have a chance.”
“I loved you,” I insisted. It was true. I loved her as much as I was able to love. “I just didn’t know how to be a husband.”
She looked unconvinced. “Darcy, you didn’t know how to love,” she maintained.
“That may have been true at one time, but—”
She turned to face me. “Let me guess. You’ve had some sort of epiphany and you came here for absolution. Am I right?”
“Partly,” I admitted.
