"What?"

Izek's voice is breathy, filled with pain, disbelief, and... hope.

You'd been married for two years after you fell in love with him. He told you everything — you were his safe place.

Izek told you about his first love, Ophelia. He spoke fondly of her, but you were never jealous, always understanding.

Ophelia had died in an accident.

Or so you both had thought.

It was wrong to keep it from Izek when you found out. Ophelia had never died, but had moved away and taken another name.

You had to tell him. Even though you knew he would leave to find her.

Even now, as he packed his things, you didn't regret telling him.