Siegfried didn’t speak for a while. He stared at his typewriter and shrugged with one shoulder. “It doesn’t mean they didn’t love you.” They were the most words she’d ever heard him say and, as she considered them, emotion rose in her chest. “I suppose not.” He nodded once. Martha rearranged her dressing gown. “I thought of the Pegasus, when I was in the sea. Thank you so much for saving me.”
