The British woman's shoulders rise and fall in a nonchalant shrug, her mind seemingly occupied by other thoughts. "I understand that Darren and I had only just met, but as one grows older, things take on a different significance. With my demanding job, there is simply no time for dating. Darren, though, was a remarkably loving man. Oh, how I wish we had been granted more time together. Our connection was undeniably special."
As she passes by, Jessamae gently reaches out, briefly squeezing the woman's hand before releasing it. "Indeed, he was. I offer my deepest condolences, Marry."
"Thank you, Miss Jessamae. I, too, am deeply saddened by his loss," Marry responds, her eyes distant as her thoughts consume her.
Marry moves swiftly into the walk-in pantry, leaving Jessamae to her own conte
