“Wait…”
She looked at me.
“You weren’t kidding.”
“You really dated.”
Richard let out a soft laugh that carried no humor.
“Dated?”
He looked at me again.
Richard looked at Jordan, then at Stormy.
Finally, he looked at me.
“I asked your mother to marry me.”
Stormy’s eyebrows shot up.
“What?”
Richard smiled sadly.
“She said yes.”
Jordan’s eyebrows shot up. Stormy’s mouth actually fell open.
“What?”
Nobody spoke. Cars passed behind us, a dog barked somewhere across the street, ordinary sounds continued while four lives quietly rearranged themselves.
Stormy finally broke the silence.
“Mom…”
“You never told me.”
“I couldn’t.”
She stared at me.
“Why not?”
Because I hadn’t known how to explain loving someone who disappeared without saying goodbye. Because I’d spent years wondering whether I’d imagined how happy we’d been. Because some stories hurt too much to tell out loud.
