“The man?”
“My ex-husband.”
“So you are not divorced, but widowed?” Jericho asked, his head tilting slightly.
“I guess you could say that.” Zarelle shrugged, replacing the nozzle. “But it amounts to the same thing, I’m single, unattached now. Free to do whatever I like.”
The words hit Calden like a physical blow.
Dead. She’d declared him dead.
“Okay,” Jericho nodded, his emotions hidden beneath a stoic facade. “Though, it’s not quite true that you can do whatever you like. For example, you can’t travel back in time.”
“I wish I could.” Zarelle sighed, closing the fuel cap with a decisive click. “Then I could go back and undo the boneheaded decision to marry that man.”
Calden felt his chest constrict painfully.
“Maybe that’s not entirely impossible in the future,
