“I mean, not as soon as he discovers how much he loves her.” He could have been ashamed. He could have been defensive. But instead, Felicity’s words, filled with truth, made him relieved. Finally, he thought. Finally someone saw it. Someone who believed it. Two someones. Two someones, who listened when he said, “I know how much I love her. I’ve known it for years.” They looked at each other, then to him, their judgment plain. They thought him an imbecile. “You should tell her, then.”
