I approached.
He turned.
“Eleanor.”
I stood beside him for a moment.
Then said, “I spoke to Marcus.”
Peter nodded.
“How did it go?”
“I finally heard something closer to the truth.”
He looked relieved.
I took a breath.
“Peter, necesito que entiendas algo”.
“Of course.”
“I’m grateful you told me. But I don’t know what this means for us.”
He nodded.
“I understand.”
“Maybe we’ll become friends. Maybe we’ll just be two people who finally understand what happened years ago.”
“That’s fair.”
“I can’t promise anything more.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
We stood quietly for a moment.
Then I looked at him.
“Thank you for telling me the truth this time.”
His expression softened.
“I should have had the courage to do that when we were seventeen.”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Thirty years couldn’t be returned.
Neither could twenty-two years of marriage.
