“She said she had no right to ask for forgiveness.
She said she wasn’t writing to ask for it.” A pause.
“She said she just wanted me to know that she had thought about me.
That she had wondered about me.
That she was glad I existed, even if she had no right to say so.”
The kitchen was very quiet.
“She said one more thing,” Claire continued.
Her voice had changed — not broken, but different.
Softer.
“She said that James was a good man.
That he had loved her well and she hadn’t deserved it.
And that if I ever met him, she hoped I would give him a chance.” Claire looked at me.
“She said — she said he had so much love in him and nowhere left to put it.”
