Chapter 24

Graham returned Oliver at the agreed time that evening. The silver whistle was still in its glass case beneath his arm. I hadn't seen it since I'd handed it to him at the hospital. Eight years earlier, he'd used it to ask me to marry him. Now he placed it on the hallway table as though he had finally understood what he'd been carrying. “I don't expect you to forgive me,” he said. “All right.” He glanced at the engraving. “I believed you'd always be there to make things right....