The husband, standing straight as a reed now, arms folded, lips pressed together, shakes his head. “What did she say?” “That you had more hidden away inside you than anyone else she’d ever met.” The husband stares, as if he can’t believe what he is hearing. His face is anguished, pained, astonished. “She said that?” Bartholomew nods. “Now, I can’t pretend to understand her choice, in marrying you, but I do know one thing about my sister. You want to know what it is?” “Yes.” “She is rarely wrong. About anything. It’s a gift or a curse, depending on who you ask. So if she thinks that
