He came down the stairs slowly. “It’s not what you think.”
“I don’t even know what to think.”
His voice cracked. “It’s all I had left.”
That took some of the heat out of me.
Not all of it, but enough.
I said nothing.
He sat on the bottom step and stared at the floor. “After she died, everyone kept telling me to be strong. So I was. I worked. I packed lunches.continue reading …
