How could it be so hard? It was a wedding, for crying out loud. Weddings were announced. They were publicized. And yet he couldn’t find one mention of Lucy’s wedding anywhere on any Portland site. He’d looked up her name in the Portland Press Herald and in the Daily Sun. He’d Googled her name with “wedding” and “engagement.” He’d checked the social media sites to see if she’d joined the rest of the world sometime over the past seven months. She hadn’t. Of course not. She didn’t want you to find her. He drew in a deep breath and blew it out, his eyes drifting over to the sofa where Lucy had lost her battle with fatigue. She’d followed him into the office hours earlier, much to his dismay. He needed to keep as much distance between them as possible, and she wasn’t making it easy. Looking at him with those soft blue eyes. Saying things he’d only dreamed of hearing since she’d left. She was easy to read, an open book. He could see the guilt in her eyes and the remorse in the slope of her shoulders.
