Bradford glanced down, noticing the light bouncing off the small gold ring Laura wore on her wedding finger. Confused, he said, “I wasn’t aware that you’re married.”
“I’m a widow. My husband was killed five years ago, shortly after our wedding.” Tears threatened to spill out as she tried to look ahead into the blinding sunlight.
“That answers a lot of my questions,” he commented insightfully. “I guess you and he once lived in the cottage we’re going to visit.”
“Yes,” Laura said, trying not to be upset at his discovery. “Gerald and I were very happy there during our short time together.”
Bradford saw a tear roll down Laura’s cheek. “May I inquire as to the cause of his death?”
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