[He just sags into the touch, clearly emotionally exhausted. He needs a drink. He needs two drinks. He needs to crawl into a bottle and not come out for the next three months because his wife is dead. He wants to charge into the nearest spirit gate and find a way back because he has a daughter. He wants and needs...a lot of things, right now.]

It don't feel like the right choice. [Edward lets out a shuddering breath.] She was—She'd left me, but I always thought I'd come back one day, repair what had been mangled between us. If I had the money...

[Well. Does it matter now?

—yes. Yes. Because they have a daughter. He has a daughter. He can't come back to England broke, he needs to come back rich because then his daughter will be safe, and secure, and happy. She'll never want for anything. Oh, Caroline, he thinks. Why didn't you ever tell me?]

Did you ever—Did you have someone like that? Someone it would break you, to forget?