did have beautiful eyes,” I said.
Carol turned toward the window. When she spoke again, her voice had changed.
“Walt, have I been a good wife?”
I leaned closer. “How can you even ask me that?”
“Please. I need to hear it.”
“You’ve given me a wonderful life.”
Her face crumpled. I thought she was afraid of leaving it.
“Promise me you’ll do something,” she said. “Before I tell you what it is.”
“Anything.”
“Find Anna.”
My hand stopped moving.
Carol swallowed. “You’ll understand when you find her. And please… forgive me in advance.”
I stared at her. “What does Anna have to do with us?”
She shut her eyes.
“Carol, what am I supposed to forgive?”
A nurse came in to check on her. By then Carol was exhausted, struggling to stay awake, and I was asked to let her rest.
I thought we would talk again when she
