"I wouldn't say that," Ivy replied. "But yes, he does worry about you."
"Joey was my first love," Sylvia confessed suddenly. She pressed her lips together as though tasting the confession and finding it both bitter and sweet. "My only love. It's hard letting go of that kind of love."
"I know he is a good man," Ivy said. "I don't blame you for feeling the way you do. Good men are rare. I am of the opinion though that you should let go."
"Do you consider Winn to be a good man?"
Ivy exhaled slowly. "I think deep down he is. He just prefers people to see him as aloof, arrogant, detached, cold." She paused. "But under all that, there's… warmth. I think he's the kind of man who feels everything so intensely he has to hide it. Otherwise, it might consume him."
