later on its own. Once Irene’s earlier marriage ended, you would’ve needed to marry again.”
“So we spent 46 years free to marry each other and never did.”
“Start with this.”
“Legally, yes.”
I rubbed my wedding ring.
“Did Irene understand that?”
“Yes.”
That answer hit harder than anything else he’d said.
“When did she come to you?”
“Legally, yes.”
“Years later, when she started putting her affairs in order.”
“Did she ever tell you why she didn’t marry me again?”
Mr. Geller shook his head. “She said that explanation belonged to you, not to me.”
I looked toward Irene’s letter on the table.
Now I knew she’d had a way out.
She just hadn’t taken it.
Mr. Geller shook his head.
After Mr. Geller left, I finished Irene’s letter.