Daniel absorbed her words.
“Would you have been happy?”
Emily looked at him.
“I loved you, Daniel. I would have tried.”
He lowered his eyes.
“That isn’t the same as being happy.”
“No.”
The answer hurt, but he knew he deserved it.
After a moment, Daniel reached into his jacket pocket.
He pulled out a small envelope.
Emily looked at it suspiciously.
“What is that?”
“Something I should have given you nine years ago.”
She opened it.
Inside was a handwritten letter.
It wasn’t a check.
It wasn’t a legal
