looked at the man I’d mourned for most of my life.
And suddenly, I no longer saw my nineteen-year-old husband.
I saw a stranger wearing his face.
“You were right about one thing,” I said.
“What?”
“At our age, we really shouldn’t waste time.” I pointed toward the gate. “So please don’t waste another minute in my house.”
Nobody spoke as Danny walked away.
Helen stepped beside me.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“Can you forgive me?”
“Not today.”
“But someday?”
I looked at the rows of empty wedding chairs.
For
