“Will that make you happy, Mary?” he asks. His voice is soft, without censure or judgment. I finally look him in the eyes. He reaches out and slips his hand into mine, the white rope dangling between us.
For a flash of a moment I hate Harry for not being Travis. And hate Travis more for never coming for me. For leaving me to this night. But most of all I hate myself for loving Harry’s brother with everything that I have so that there is nothing left over for him.
“We will find a way for you to be happy, Mary. I promise you I will find a way for us.” I nod again, unable to open my mouth and speak for fear of letting out the sobs I’m trying to trap inside. “I just want you to be happy, my Mary.”