Florence refused to let herself follow the thought any deeper.
She had done the same thing the day she walked away from him, when she hadn't dared to let him finish the sentence he'd left hanging in the air.
Whatever Timothy had meant to say back then would never have shifted a thing between them, and what had been impossible three years ago was even less possible now.
Florence drew a slow breath and turned to face Timothy.
He wore a long coat and carried himself with the same quiet refinement as before, though the years had added a grounded ease he hadn't owned three years earlier.
He had the look of a man who had finally worked something out, or set down a weight he'd been carrying far too long. None of it had anything to do with her anymore.
"What good does any of this do? We're d
