“But David Kincaid,” Bruno said, and his jaw hardened, “was a coward.

When his father found out, and threatened to cut him off without a dollar unless he gave your mother up, David folded like wet paper.

He packed his bags, took his family’s money, and moved clear across the country to Seattle.

He left her standing here with nothing but a ring she had to give back.”

I started to say something — that it was sad, that it was a long time ago — but Bruno held up a hand, because that was not the dangerous part, and he needed me to understand the dangerous part.

“If they had only left her, Nell, I could have forgiven it in time.