“It’s all my fault.

I let grief make me sharp with you when you got here.”

She reached across the low table and laid her right hand lightly over my wrist.

The empty diamond setting on her ring was cold against my skin.

“I had the groundskeeper move your duffel bag out of the guesthouse this morning,” she went on, looking right into my eyes.

“Walter always meant for you to have the corner bedroom on the second floor, the one with the high windows over the lake.