“Yes.”
“Her pregnancy influenced her decision to disappear?”
I nodded. “She believed I wouldn’t want her back after that.”
“Did she talk to anyone about the incident?”
“I don’t know.”
“I see.”
“She married a Chilean guy a year later.”
Cameron looked sympathetic. “Reese was very young.”
“We both were.”
“Tell me about lunch yesterday.”
“When Lilly came to the office, she brought paper clippings her mom had kept. They were of me. Reese continued to track me. She told Lilly I was her first and only love.”
“What happened then?”
He’d passed over the fact her daughter had told me Reese still loved me. That she hadn’t forgotten me.
“Henry?” said Cameron.
I blinked. “Lilly told me her mom had invited me to Truffles. She waited for us there. She’d flown out to see me, just as I’d demanded of her.”
“Because you were mad at her,” he said. “Understandable.”
“I thought she’d forgotten me from way back then. Lilly proved that wasn’t the case.”
“Why didn’t Reese reach out before now?”
“She genuinely needs help for the preserve.”
“People change.”
“I shouldn’t have acted the way I did when I saw her.”
“I’d have seen her alive and gotten back in the boat,” he said. “You actually took the time to speak with her.”
“Would you have, though?” I said. “You wouldn’t have wanted to hear why she disappeared?”
He shrugged. “You trekked all that way. Clearly a part of you still has feelings for her.”
I sat back, trying to gauge whether he sensed more, if he saw in me any kind of lingering affection I might not see myself.
“How was lunch at Truffles?” he asked.
“Reese became emotional. She apologized for fucking up back then.”
“What did you say to that?”
“I told her none of that would have mattered, that I loved her back then and we’d have worked through it.”
“Loved.” He made a point to use past tense. “How did she react?”