‘You’re more generous than I deserve.’
‘Not so. Meeting you was good for me. No regrets.’
He meant this. She’d befriended him under false pretences, but the friendship had grown into something real and worth preserving. He’d learned things about himself. He’d moved on. This wasn’t a time for looking back. She was going to need massive support in the weeks to come.
She opened the door on her side. ‘I guess it’s goodbye, then.’
He put his hand over hers. ‘It doesn’t have to be.’