Anthony told himself he’d done the right thing. He told himself that it would have been wrong to tie Edith to him, she was young, she should be free, she should have a life and a proper family. She deserved that much.
That hadn’t stopped it from hurting. In cutting Edith free, he had also cut part of himself and the pain he felt had stayed with him, a wound that would never heal. An agony that could never be soothed.
When he saw the picture of Edith in her ivory dress, arm in arm with her husband, Anthony wept.