He said nothing. Tears were clogging his throat. Understanding, she
turned to him. Holding each other, they sat in silence as the sun rose
higher and dried the dew on the tall grass.
"I should never have left you," he murmured.
"We left each other."
"Why?" He tightened his grip. "Why?"
"I've thought about it so many times. I think we couldn't bear to be
happy. That we felt, or I did, that if we could be happy after he was
gone, it would be like dishonoring him. It was wrong."
"Bev." He turned his face into her hair. "Don't go. Please don't go."
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