Yes

You remain silent, letting the question hang in the air until the silence becomes unbearable for her.

"I _was _married."

"Divorced?" you guess. "Why wear the ring then?"

She looks up at you with a hard gaze. "No. Not divorced."

A few seconds pass before the truth dawns on you, and your jaw drops as your heart sinks. "I--I'm sorry. I didn't meant to--" Another possibility strikes you a moment later. Your eyes widen. "Was he...also a policeman?"

The slight tightening of her jaw is all the answer you need.

You look down, unable to meet her gaze, voice quiet. "I'm sorry."

It's a few seconds before she answers. "Me too." An awkward silence greets you for a few moments before she straightens up and glances at you, waving toward the door. "Mind if I hold onto this mug for a while? Just until I finish the cider."

You feel too numb to do anything but nod.

She leaves moments later, leaving you with nothing but a gray day and overwhelming guilt.