It was just like when they were together—she had secretly wished for his death, yet she had always feigned concern.
Nathan Fawcett said, "Yes, he did. He said if I ever saw you, I was to tell you that you could find someone you love and spend the rest of your life with them. He didn't mind you getting together with Charles Prescott."
Anne Sutton looked at the man before her in disbelief. "Did he really say that?"
Nathan Fawcett nodded. "Yes. After he was gone, weren't you with Charles Prescott, Ms. Sutton? I heard you couldn't even save his child. But he wouldn't blame you. He has no right to stop you from living the life you want; after all, he's dead. It's just..."
Anne Sutton listened to Nathan Fawcett's words. He spoke as an observer, but his words made her heart ache.
The child, in particular, was a constant ache in her heart.
It was true. She hadn't been able to save their child.
Anne Sutton looked at Nathan Fawcett and asked, "Just what?"
