“We’re getting married tomorrow.”
Everyone began talking at once.
Then Helen arrived.
She walked into my backyard, saw Danny, and stopped cold.
Danny leaned toward me.
“That’s the face of someone who never expected her lie to walk through the door.”
Helen looked at me.
“You cannot marry that man.”
I laughed bitterly.
“Now you care?”
“Please.”
“You knew he was alive.”
Her face changed.
“Who told you that?”
“He did.”
Helen looked at Danny.
Then back at me.
“You need to listen to me.”
“I listened to you fifty-five years ago!”
“Not here.”
“Why? Because there are witnesses?”
She grabbed my arm.
“I wanted you to leave back then. Yes.”
My chest tightened.
Danny had been telling the truth.
“You convinced me to move.”
“Yes.”
“You married his friend.”
“Yes.”
“You knew things you never told me.”
“Yes.”
I pulled my arm away.
“You stole my life.”
Helen’s eyes filled.
“I made a terrible decision. But not for the reason he told you.”
Danny appeared beside us.
“Don’t do this, Helen.”
She turned on him.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“Helen…”
“No.”
Then she looked directly at me.
“Fine. Ask your perfect husband who Margaret is.”
The name caught somewhere in my memory.
Then I remembered.
“The nurse?”
Danny went completely still.
Helen gave a bitter little laugh.
“Yes. Ask him about his nurse.”
Danny ignored her.
“She helped me after I was injured. She saved my life.”
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
Helen shook her head.
“Then tell her how long Margaret kept saving you.”
“Enough!”
Danny almost never raised his voice.
That frightened me more than the shouting itself.
Then his voice softened.
“Sweetheart, after fifty-five years, are you really going to let your sister destroy us again?”
I looked at Helen.
Then back at Danny.
“No.”
My sister stared at me for several seconds.
“Then I hope you ask yourself why he came back now.”
Then she left.
Danny slept beside me that night.
I didn’t.
At two in the morning, I realized love had answered every question for me except the ones Danny kept avoiding.
Why didn’t he have Helen’s letters?
Why was he rushing the wedding?
Why had he started asking about my house?
Why now?
And why had one woman’s name frightened him so badly?
I looked at Danny sleeping beside me.
