This time he caught it: again. His features softened, while simultaneously his brow knit in confusion. "You—" he began, but had to stop. His mind needed more time to work through this. While he thought his eyes ran over her, trying to pick up every possible clue in her body language, though he didn't really know what he was looking for.

"Your first husband?" he surmised. He wanted to hear more, but at the same time didn't know if he could stomach it. Certainly, he didn't think he could ask any more of a detailed question than that. He knew too well that some secrets weren't ones people cared to share.

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