He smiled through his tears.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“And Rosie knew…”
“Rosie asked me not to. She said you’d go to war with your parents, that the family would be destroyed. I kept that promise until today, when she asked me to make a new promise.”
We both turned to look down the corridor.
I thought about the way Ben brought Rosie flowers on Tuesdays for no reason.
The way he could recite lines from her favorite movie.
Their marriage was never a performance.
Their love was real.
