“Were you alone? Is that why you question if Charles knew you loved him, because you kept something back and, therefore, you felt alone and by default he must have too?” Helen held Lucy in a long, steady look. “That’s exactly how it was.” Lucy slid the book inside her bag. “I can understand that.” “You seem a little young.” “I doubt age has much to do with it. I mean, can’t one feel that way around parents or siblings or even out to dinner with good friends?”
