Chapter 97
When Hugh parked in front of Elizabeth’s house, Branwen was out of the car and inside before either man said a word. John sat still, trying to get his mind around what he’d learned. Trying to fit it in somewhere.
Hugh finally spoke, reminding John he was surely trying to sort things out for himself.
“John?”
He decided not to bother trying put on a good face. Not for Hugh, and not about this.
“I don’t even know how to think about this. My whole life...” John stopped, looking out the window again.
“I know. I’ve spent twenty-five years trying to convince myself it was an accident, that it just happened, that it wasn’t my fault or anyone else’s. Now I’ve got to start over.”
They were quiet, listening to the wind blowing against the glass.
“I’m sorry about what happened with
