Bridget started awake and felt the dry stiff lines along his cheeks which meant that he'd been crying, probably while still sleeping. Sitting up, he rubbed at his face and waited for the nurse to come pick him up.

He asked to be taken to the chapel. It seemed fitting that he say goodbye where he'd said hello. Ignoring the other person inside, he went to the front and went to his knees, crossing himself and bowing his head, trying not to cry.

Oh, Armand. I'm so sorry...