If anyone ever asked, Victoria would say the most interesting thing about herself was the way she had come to trust people. This was something she had never really been able to do before. She did not trust people, they only ever caused pain. But Victoria had learned to trust others. And all of that was due to Ernest Hayes.
As he laid lifeless in her arms, Victoria was reminded of the moment she met Ernest Hayes for the first time at Edith’s wedding. He had stood beside John during the whole ceremony, kindness echoing in his eyes. He had wanted the joy their friends were entering into. He had wanted love, he wanted a family.
“That is the boy who has agreed to marry you,” her father stated during the reception. Ernest had smiled at her, trying to comfort her over the prospect of their fut
