Time is a healer.
So far for Ruth it was far from it.
The more the days passed by, the more time she had to reread his letter. He'd spent his days imagining her return and now she spent hers imagining how he had felt when she'd eventually walked in and sat opposite him, only for him to be told she had a husband and son. No wonder he'd never told her.
She tortured herself with it over and over again.
All she had ever done was push him away and yet he'd always been there.
Until now.
She hadn't really slept, again.
It didn't matter. Nothing really mattered.
She picked up the post and added it to the unopened pile on the hall table. She'd get around to it sometime.
At her desk she sat and she looked into his office. She didn't go in there anymore.
"I'm lost, Harry. I'm lost without you."
Beth was away. Ruth was glad. The house to herself and she could cry whenever she wanted.
She closed the front door behind her.
"Hello, Ruth."
It was Harry.
Oh yee, of little faith! I may be many things but a Harry killer, I'm not!