In His Eyes

“Did you ever wonder if you hurt him, Ellene?”

Her friend’s question knocked her backward into the seat. “It’s not what I’d pla

“Thinking has consequences. People handle rejection in different ways. You withdrew, and Co

She pictured Co

“Are you there?” Christine asked.

“Sorry. I was thinking.”

“Are you thinking about the right things?”

“What do you mean right things?”

“The good times with Co

“I remember, but that doesn’t make up for—”

“I liked him. Do you remember those moonlight hayrides you told me about, walks through the woods in autumn, tobogganing in winter, swimming at Kensington Beach, picnics at Bloomer State Park, Franklin Cider Mill.”

Ellene wanted to scream. She remembered all too well. “I called you to give me moral support, not to—”

Car lights flashed in her eyes. The vehicle slowed and her heart rose when she realized it was Co

“Co

“There, at the ferry landing?”

Ellene nodded, watching Co

“Ellene?”

“He’s here, Christine. Thanks for listening. I know you meant well. I suppose I should think about the good times, but it only makes me sad.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Christine said.

Co

“I’ll talk with you later?”

“Think about what I said. That’s all I ask. You don’t want to be sorry you missed a chance.”

Missed a chance. A chance for what? Getting hurt again? She pressed the lock release on the door, and Co

A frown flashed across his face. “Boyfriend?”

“No.” She slipped the phone into her purse. “The ferry’s really closed.”

“I know. I thought you’d come back.”

She turned away from the sadness in his eyes. “I have no choice unless you know of a place for me to stay.”

“Nothing on the island, but if you’re not comfortable staying at the cottage, Aunt Phyllis invited you there. She has plenty of room and would love the company.”

Why hadn’t she thought of that? “That would work fine, Co

“I understand. I always have, Ellene.”

“I know.” She couldn’t look at him.

“I have a big plate of goulash for you and a salad. You must be starving.”

She nodded, trying to control the sensations that coiled around her heart. She wished he weren’t so thoughtful. She could detest him better that way.

“Caitlin will be thrilled you’re back. She went into pout mode after you left.” He shook his head. “Everything that smacks of abandonment seems to tear her apart.”

“Abandonment? You mean because I left?”

His eyes widened. “I didn’t mean it was your fault. It’s Caitlin. She opened up to you. She seemed more like herself than she has in days, but when she takes a chance and gets caught up in a relationship, the poor kid can’t handle people saying goodbye.”

His comment struck her like a rock. “Her mother’s death. That makes sense.”

“Yes, and I withdrew for a while. I tried not to, but I felt abandoned, too. What did I know about raising a four-year-old by myself? I had to cope with finding sitters and worrying about her care and needs. I felt guilty when I had to go somewhere if she couldn’t go along. My life changed in the blink of an eye. I felt helpless and useless.”

Ellene’s chest tightened. “I can’t imagine what you went through.”

“It felt like punishment.” He lifted his hand as if to stop her thoughts. “Not having to raise Caitlin alone, but having Melissa die so young. I wasn’t the best husband in the world, Ellene. I—”

He stopped. She waited, her questions hanging on the threads of his words, but they seemed too personal to ask when he was apparently still grieving.

“Should we go back?” she asked.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he said, smiling as if he’d taken control of his emotion. “You go ahead, and I’ll follow you.”

He opened the door as she turned the key in the ignition, but the heater’s warmth couldn’t hold back the pesky cold.

“Drive carefully,” he said, leaning back into the car. “Thanks for listening.” He closed the door and hurried toward his car.

Thanks for listening. The poignant comment swelled in her chest like yeast in bread dough. Hearing his story, Ellene realized Co

Chapter Five

When a thread of sunlight slipped beneath the window shade, Co

Though Ellene had refused the invitation to stay in his cottage, she’d accepted his aunt’s offer. Knowing his aunt, she’d probably talked Ellene to sleep, but he felt grateful she’d given her a bed and, in the scheme of things, had given Co

When Ellene had agreed to work with him on the cottage renovations, an amazing opportunity had arisen, and Co

He rose on one elbow and ran his other hand through his hair, wondering if Ellene might soften her attitude. Last night when they’d returned from the ferry landing, she’d eaten a little but left for Aunt Phyllis’s as fast as she could. He knew she wanted to avoid him, but Co

Co

He bowed his head, praying that the ferry didn’t run today, either. Then feeling guilty, Co

Only a couple eggs were in the refrigerator. With the ferry service down, he guessed the store in town would be sold out of eggs by the time he reached it. He found some bacon, but bacon and what? He gri

After putting on the coffee, Co