Paul’s eyes opened and his smile faded as he came back into the present. “It’s been a long time. Fifteen years and four months.”
“It must have been hard, losing your wife so young.”
“Car accident. All three kids were in the car with her, but only she died.” Paul stood slowly, as if favoring a multitude of arthritic joints. “She took my heart with her to the grave, and then I had to raise those kids on my own. Hardest thing I ever did.”
At least he’d had the privilege of raising them, though from his sour expression he’d considered it far more work than joy.
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