The Kindest Lie: A Delivery Driver, an Old Woman, and Rusty’s Last Winter

to stand up again.

“Here’s the other thing.”

My stomach tightened.

“Rusty,” he said.

My heart stuttered. “What about him?”

David rubbed his forehead. “He’s not doing well. He’s old. He’s… grieving, I guess.”

I pictured Rusty searching the porch for her. Sniffing the air for a scent that wasn’t there anymore.

“He won’t eat,” David continued. “He just… lies continue reading …