This time in London, he decided, was to be a secret, one never to be shared. Not with anyone. He would keep it all to himself. He could be with Bea in that moment, for those days, for the rest of his life. Some secrets are weights to be borne. Others are gifts, little bits of warmth, to be revisited again and again. No one else ever needed to know. No one else had the right to know. It was theirs and theirs alone.
