Last night's rain still clings to my clothes when I think about it. Finding Anna at that bus stop—soaked through, shoulders shaking with sobs—carved something raw in my chest.

'I caused that. My interference. My arrogance thinking I knew better.'

We talked. Really talked. In the car, then later in the bedroom after hot soup and dry clothes. I promised—no more decisions about her family without asking first. No more going behind her ...