I watched them in the garden year after year. Every year I waited, telling myself there would be a better time.”
“You should have told him.”
“I know.”
Her voice became quieter.
“When Luke came here, I thought we’d finally do it. Then Daniel died before Luke ever got to speak to him.”
She looked toward my house.
“I saw you come home from the funeral. I saw Ben holding Daniel’s cap.”
“Ben is his son.”
“So is Luke!”
Monica covered her mouth with one hand.
For several seconds, neither
