The moment the box was open, it was obvious what the album must be. Only wedding albums were that plush looking and so beautifully decorated. He bit his lip, and not just to stop himself coming out with any of his usual jokey pseudonyms for Mickey, but also because he realised he'd repeatedly pushed Martha to find a connection here when really all she wanted was her husband.
"I'm sorry, Martha," he said softly, slipping his arm around her shoulders as he joined her in sharing those pictures of a beautiful day they both remembered. "It's so easy here to forget you're married, that you've lost that. Lost him. I'm sorry."