Greater Love Hath No Man
The empty vial—the odour of bitter almonds—and in the chair what had been a man.
On the desk this note:
“Farewell. From the day of our marriage I have known. I love you. I love my friend. Better that I should go and leave you two to find happiness than that I should stay and the three of us wear out wretched lives. Again farewell—and bless you.
“Robert.”