'I'm sorry,' Oliver mumbled. He was ashamed by his actions, and by the anger which still gripped him time to time. Eddie was dead now, but that didn't change what had happened, and what he had put them through. They would go on with life, grow again, heal, but the scars would always be there and that was something Oliver hadn't come to terms with yet.
'I love you,' he added because he thought she needed to hear it. 'You're my wife. I'll always love you.'