“You crossed an ocean to find me, then decided what was best for me without asking.”
“I know. I was wrong.”
“Funny. My family does the same thing.”
He lowered his eyes.
“But there’s something else I don’t understand.”
I hoped she could help me reach you.
“What?”
“Why send me the ring after all these years? Were you expecting me to marry you?”
He laughed. “Zofia, we’re a little old for that particular arrangement.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Besides, you’re remembering the wrong promise.”
My family does the same thing.
I frowned. “What other promise?”
“Remember the evening my grandfather died?”
“We sat by your bedroom window.”
“I was terrified of growing old alone. You told me we’d both be old someday.”
Something stirred in my memory.
You’re remembering the wrong promise.
“And?”
“You promised that if either of us ended up completely alone, the other wouldn’t let them stay that way.”
