The girl lowers their clasped hands and covers Susan's with her own. "I love the man I married," she says, in her clear voice. "Never did I have reason to believe he did not love me in return. And we lived well and happily together."

She wets her lip, thoughtful a moment. "Let me ask you this," she says. "You loved, before. Would you begrudge your love happiness with another? Or celebrate that he had found joy once again?"