But I wanted you to have someone else who loves you. Please give him a chance. You’ve both already lost too many years. You always told me family was worth fighting for.
I love you forever.
Emma.”
I wiped away a tear.
I pressed the letter against my chest.
Arthur moved beside me.
“She talked about you constantly,” he whispered. “She said that she had the best mother in the world.”
I started crying openly.
“I couldn’t save her.”
Arthur got up and tentatively wrapped his arms around me.
I let him ’cause I needed that.
“I couldn’t save her.”
“You loved her through every day she had left. She knew that.”
For the first time since Emma died, I cried without feeling completely alone.
***
Before I left, Arthur showed me a small room overlooking his garden.
A half-finished knitted scarf lay on a chair.
“She knew that.”
