She nods. “Mostly because of Thomas. He took such good care of me. I think that was the moment I realized just how much he loved me.” She chuckles. “We’d been married almost twenty years by then, already had the kids and the farm and a whole life we’d built. But when you realize that nothing on earth can change how you feel about a person, that’s when you know you’ve got the real deal. And that’s when it hit me. That’s when I knew.”
I’m silent as her words sink in.
“Anyhow! Enough rambling from a batty old lady. The room we’ve given you is the Austen Suite,” Margaret informs. “It has a breathtaking view. You’ll see once the sun’s up. Have a wonderful rest, Anton. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She whisks down the hall, singing softly to herself. I slide through the bedroom door on silent feet.
