“He never told me anything. He never said a word about you to me. Not that way.” He pushed his hair back from his face, that characteristic gesture she had seen him make a thousand times, only now his hand was visibly shaking. “Do you love him?” “Yes, I love him,” she said, and she saw Will flinch. “Don’t you?” “But he would understand,” he said dazedly. “If we explained it to him. If we told him … he would understand.”
