“You’re not just … you’re very special to me. If you forgive me, I can show you that.” “Can you?” she said. “Can you tell me there are no more secrets? Can you say that I know you as well as you know me?” He winced at her question but recovered quickly. Some of his old self returned as he straightened, and he gave her a small, brave smile. “Could you believe me if I did?” he asked. They both knew the answer, and so they both walked away.
