"I know that," Christopher replied after a long pause, his eyes misting at so much mention of Helene. He hated talking about her in such great detail as it tended to bring up unwanted feelings, things he thought he was able to bury and ignore. "But neither of us got what we wanted. It is a curse we have to bear."
Though she was right Therese had lost her husband, the face that he could seek comfort in sharing his grief with another woman, someone he could possibly grow to feel more than friendship for, was disturbing him. A private man, he did not wish to burden his own sorrows on someone who already had their own.