“I found this all out after he died, Theo. He was married before I met him, and I never knew. He kept this whole previous relationship, his wife, his son—it was all a secret. As far as I knew, as far as what he told me himself, he was gay and hadn’t been with women, let alone had a wife.”
“I see.” Theo had moved closer to me as we spoke, and as I talked about Donald, feeling agitated and jumpy, he began to rub my shoulders. “I’m sorry he kept all that secret from you. But it sounds like from what I’ve heard, from what you’ve said, he did love you.”
“Yeah, he did.” And I did believe that. Maybe because I had to or lose my mind. But I did believe Donald had loved me.
We both ate the rest of our cookies and drank our tea in silence after that. When we had finished and Theo put our plates in the sink, he turned to me. “Want a tour of the rest of the house?”
“Yeah, I’d love that.”