Yet even as the words rolled through Arik’s head, he ignored them to repeat the question when Blaze didn’t respond. “Did you love him?”
“Yes. Madly.”
The tone of Blaze’s reply seemed to break something vital inside Arik’s chest. It wasn’t clipped or hard like Blaze’s responses had been in the hotel or on the ferry. It was sad. Tired. It was a tone that said, “Please don’t.”
“And you?” Blaze asked. “Did you love your Mr. Long Time Ago?”
“I thought I did.” Arik shrugged. “But afterwards, you know, well, it’s kind of hard to keep saying that you were in love with someone who you find out was so terribly not in love with you. But I think I did. I missed him when he was gone.”
“So are you saying that you think the vision has something to do with—?”
“Jesus.” Arik pulled his hand away and turned toward the window.