Patrick hadn't heard David say Bridget's name in over a decade. He knew just how much it had hurt David to be left by the woman he loved - the woman he changed everything for. They never spoke about her, because it was just too painful. If David was saying her name now, then-
Shaking, Patrick look the letter from David's hands. He sort of skimmed over the first part, where Dewi Sant had opened with niceties and then said in a detatched way, that Bridget had passed. Oh god. His sister-in-law. David's-
His voice was grave as he read, "Dewi, please hear me, I think my time is ending and I wanted to speak to you- to see you one last time. I need you to know I never stopped loving you. It pained me so much to leave, please forgive me. Forgive me, Dewi-" Reading this felt like an intrusion, but Patrick carried on. "-I did it for the safety and lives of our children. They're safe. They've known nothing but love. Forgive me."
Patrick glanced up from the letter, at a loss. "Dewi-" The man had lost the only person he had ever loved on his feast day and he hadn't even known until now, because her prayers had reached his Welsh iteration. "Oh, Dewi-"