After finishing up at work, Nora spotted Judy.
Judy stood by the doorway, gazing out at the street, watching the tide of people and cars go by. There was a trace of sadness in her eyes.
Nora walked over and stood beside her. She asked quietly, “Did you and Louis have a fight?”
Judy turned to look at her. Emotion flickered fiercely in her expression, but she did her best to keep it in check.
“Nora, could you tell me about Louis—what he was like back in Millbrook?” Her voice held a note of pleading.
“Of course,” Nora replied.
They headed to a nearby café.
Soft music drifted through the air.
Nora told the story of Louis and Aurora in simple, broad strokes.
Judy frowned. “You’re being too vague. I can’t feel any love between them from what you’re saying.”
Nora sighed. “Aurora’s been gone for years now. You’re his wife. Why trouble yourself over the past?”
Judy stirred her coffee, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “I just want to know,” she insisted stubbornly.
Nora shook her head, resigned. “You two really did have a fight, didn’t you?”
Otherwise, Judy would never ask about old wounds.
“If you’re arguing because of Aurora, there’s no need,” Nora tried to reassure her.
She hadn’t wanted Louis to marry Judy at first, but now that they were husband and wife, she genuinely hoped they’d make it work.
“It’s not because of Aurora.”
“It’s not?” Nora was caught off guard. If it wasn’t about Aurora, why all these questions about her?
Judy took a sip of coffee, bitterness blooming across her tongue.

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