“Was he good to you?” I can’t look her in the eyes as I ask. Guilt has been my friend for three terrible years. She kisses my cheek and forces my chin to face her. “He treated me like a queen. I never wanted for anything.” Oh. Am I too late… “Anything but for you. I could never love him like I do you, Bradshaw. He was good to me… but he isn’t you.”
