Then, quietly, almost shyly, he added, “I’m remarried, Ellen. We’re expecting a baby.” The news caught her off guard. After a brief flicker of warmth, she could only summon resentment. “Congratulations,” she said flatly. It explained the calm distance. He had built a new life, while she continued to live the old one.
When he left, she stood at the door watching him cross the street, hands deep in his pockets. For the first time, she believed him. Whatever ghosts lingered at Sam’s grave weren’t his. But the question gnawed at her. If it wasn’t David, then who cared enough to keep visiting?