Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
It had been convenient to believe that, rather than ask whether someone was keeping us apart.
“I owe you an apology,” I said.
“You almost died.”
“That doesn’t erase the things I got wrong before.”
She sat beside me.
“Then I’m sorry too.
I thought you cared more about having a new wife than about what I was saying.”
“I cared, Val.