He breaks away again, staring into the fire, plucking at his chin. “We all, sooner or later, must bear the loss of our parents, but who can bear the loss of a child? Georgie is my child. Yes, I went to help her. And yes, I brought her here. Even if, after all this is over, she walks away and won’t speak to me, she will still be my child. I had to go to her, Charlotte. And you would have done the same.”
His eyes slant back to me. “You say that I call myself your husband. Does having Georgie as my daughter make me in any way, less your husband? I will always love you. I will always be faithful to you. I will always protect you. And Cara.”
I hang my head and he stalls. Then, “Is it the ceremony that matters to you? Is that it? You had a wedding ceremony with Michael, but not with me.”
Ah…
