“Did you have doubts about me and him?” “Do you want to know honestly?” “Yes, I really do,” she said. “It doesn’t matter now anyway, and I’d like to know.” “Yes,” I said. “I grew to truly love him and I believed by the end that there was a future where you could be very happy. But, yes, I always had doubts.” She looked out on the setting sun, sitting on the horizon of the deep-blue Mediterranean like a perfect peach balancing on a ledge. “Thank you for never telling me.”
