"I did want it. But I do not want it now. When I wrote that letter I had forgotten my promise."
"You shall have your promise back again if you want it. I shall not hold you to it, or to anything, if you'd rather not."
"I can never have my promise back—I made it to Edie."
"To Edie?"
"Yes. A short time before she died."
His face brightened.
"What did you promise her?" he said softly.
"That I would never leave you."
"Did she make you promise not to?"
"No. It did not occur to her that I could leave you. She did not think it possible."