not because of an online tournament.
I told him I understood and made one last attempt at a smile. He nodded and slipped the headphones back on.
We used to walk all the time. I would show him plants and tell him stories from my nurse days.
But over the last year, he had retreated into the virtual world. He chose that over the constant tension in our apartment.
I did not blame him. Back in my room, I pulled an old photo album from my nightstand.
I looked at the photos of our wedding with George and Phillip’s birth. I saw his first steps, his school days, and his graduation.
There was a photo of him introducing us to Melinda when they were young and happy. Then there were Skyler’s baby photos and Jace’s.
The last pictures with George showed him gray haired but still vibrant. Who could have
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