“Do you think she loved me?” Anne asked.
“Yes.”
“Was it enough?”
“No.”
The answer surprised her.
Richard continued.
“Love that never acts may be real. It may also fail.”
Anne looked toward the yard.
“Did you ever wish she had taken me back?”
Richard’s face changed.
“No.”
“That was too fast.”
He smiled faintly.
“I feared it.”
“Same thing.”
“No. Wanting you safe with me and believing I owned the choice are different.”
“Would you have let me go?”
“If a court decided and you wanted it?”
“I was a baby.”
“Then I would have fought.”
She laughed through tears.
