Daniel was pale as he stood close to the door.He remarked, “You told us she was an old sweetheart who lost touch.”
“I didn’t know she was still waiting,” Thomas muttered.I said, “Daniel told me you asked if I still went to the memorial.” “You knew I hadn’t forgotten you.”
Thomas’s gaze dropped.
A vehicle arrived at the driveway. Peter, Daniel’s uncle, and Rebecca, his mother, entered with groceries. It seemed that Thomas had asked them to supper.
Rebecca grinned when she saw me.Eleanor must be you. Dad informed us that his first love was on the way. Isn’t this fantastic?
Thomas grabbed hold of my hand.”I hoped we could spend some time together,” he remarked. “However much time I have left. Perhaps we’ll get another shot at last.”
I thought of the boy sharing his coffee for a perilous moment.
