He didn’t speak.
“I thought you’d taken another woman to our honeymoon room.”
My voice broke.
“I searched your bag in the middle of the night.”
After a long silence, he whispered,
“I’m so sorry, Lee.”
“Your computer password was LoonLake.”
He gave a faint laugh.
“I changed it after the diagnosis.”
“Why that?”
“Because I thought if I ever forgot the password, I could ask myself where I most wanted to be.”
He paused.
“And I’d remember the lake.”
I had to pull over for a moment.
I couldn’t see through my tears.
—
When I finally arrived at the gas station, Mark was sitting in his truck.
The doors were locked, just as I’d instructed.
He looked toward my car.
For one awful second, I feared he might not recognize me.
Then his face crumpled.
He knew.
He unlocked the door.
We both climbed out.
