“I apologize for not alerting you first to my touch,” Ewan said. “I am also sorry this news brings you sorrow. I will find Judah. I will do this for you.”
“Your hope…rings false…even for…someone…of your station. Without knowing…where Judah lived…it would be impossible…to know…where he died.”
“You feel he is dead?”
I shrugged.
“Because he never made contact?”
“Why would he? I…hurt him,” I said.
“I could start there, in New York.”
“So…far away.”
“You loved him.”
“I have…loved no other.”
“And never can?” Ewan brushed my lips with his thumb.
“That night…is not…here.” I touched my forehead. “But here,” I laid my palm to where my heart beat behind it, “I feel there is a reason…Judah never wrote.”
“Or he did and his letters were kept from you.”
I could not argue that theory, so I countered with something else. “Georgia hides me…from others’ judgment. Auntie Virginia…thought it best to incarcerate me…even before…I did harm…because she knew…I was…a beast who someday would.”