“You went looking for him,” she said. “For nearly a year?” “Yes,” Richard said. She studied his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He answered without hesitating. “Because I wasn’t certain I’d find him. And because if I had told you, you would have asked me to stop.” She considered that for a moment. “Would I?” “Yes.” Another pause. “Yes,” she said quietly. “I would have.”
“How did you know I needed this?” she asked. It was the only question that truly mattered and they both knew it. Richard was quiet for a moment, not because he didn’t have an answer but because he wanted to give her the right one. He had always been a man who chose his words as though they cost something and were worth what they cost.