“Dieu,” he whispered in wonder, “I was wrong.” “Wrong?” My voice was panicky. “I thought I knew how much I missed you. But I had no idea.” “Tell me.” I wanted to hear again the words he’d said on the phone last night. “I love you, Diana. God help me, I tried not to.” My face softened into his hands. “I love you, too, Matthew, with all my heart.”
