Ronan didn't look at her. He wiped the rain off the headstone with a handkerchief and said quietly, "Mom, I'm going to marry Daphne." "You raised her yourself." "This time, you should be happy for me." The wind knocked over one of the lilies. He righted it, then added, almost as an afterthought, "As for Tess... I regret it."
Remembering the tear tracks in the car, I found myself taking a step toward him. But he'd already stood. He tilted the umbrella toward Daphne, shielding her shoulder from the rain. "Let's go. You'll catch a cold."
I stayed by the headstone and watched them go down the steps together. I lowered my eyes. Did he regret meeting me? Regret marrying me? Or regret not driving me out sooner? I'd heard enough. I didn't want to guess anymore.
On the drive back, Daphne looped
