“You’re wrong,” he said, knowing Helena could still hear him. She didn’t turn around. He walked after her and shouted this time. “You’re wrong!” His voice bounced between the hills surrounding them, and three birds startled out of a tree, taking flight a hundred feet farther up the cliff to land in a different tree. Cooper stared after them. Wasn’t she? The memory of Park’s face, that desperate sadness. But Park loved him. He knew that. Didn’t that mean they were right for each other? Wasn’t love enough?
