“How do I do that?”
“Live a good life, one that honors them through your actions.”
Stephen leaned into her hand. “It is not that simple.”
“Why can’t it be?” she asked. “You can’t change the past, no matter how much you want to, but you can learn from it and change your future.”
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“Then let me help you.”
Stephen reached up and encompassed her hand in his. “I can’t burden you with this. It wouldn't be fair of me.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“Thank you.”
Gemma smiled. “You are welcome.”
As they stared at one another, she barely acknowledged that Marielle had stepped into the room and announced, “Edith is on her way.”
Stephen dropped his hand and took a step back. “Thank you, Sister,” he said as he adjusted his cravat.
Marielle lifted her brow. “I would be remiss if I did not tell you that what I witnessed was both encouraging and inappropriate.”
“Gemma and I were merely conversing with one another,” Stephen attempted.
“I see,” Marielle said, not appearing convinced by Stephen’s explanation. “You might want to come up with a better story when Edith asks why you dismissed the maid from the drawing room.”
Marielle walked over to the settee and continued, “I think it might be best if I remain here until Edith arrives.”
“Suit yourself,” Stephen said as he stole a glance at Gemma.