She looked down at her loving husband’s wrinkly face and saw him struggling to form words. She leaned in close, his breath growing weaker by the moment. “My…love…” Paul’s voice was barely a whisper. “I’m…sorry.” Charlotte shook her head fervently. What was he talking about? What was he sorry for?
Paul slowly turned his head to meet her eyes. “Should have…told you…” he rasped. Charlotte’s brows knitted in confusion and apprehension. “Told me what?”