He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

resignation this morning.

I stepped closer.

— Voluntary?

He smiled faintly.

— Nothing about it was voluntary.

There was no triumph in his tone, only the calm inevitability of a storm reaching its last crackle of thunder. He faced me then.

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