The right door. The right people. The right intentions.
The wrong moment.
Owain, on one knee.
Beatrix, holding his hand and smiling.
Keiran, standing by the door, his whole life falling to pieces around him, scuffed into the dirt by the woman he loved.
It was no more than a whisper. But she heard him.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, just as quietly. ‘I had to, don’t you see? I’m doing what’s right. I’d be selfish otherwise.’
Keiran said nothing. Tears in his eyes.
And then he was gone.