A Quiet Visit That Changed Everything
“I figured you would come here.”
I turned. Nathan stood a few steps away. Not rushing. Not reaching for me. Just waiting, the way he had always waited.
“Did you write letters for them too?” I asked. “The wives before me.”
“Yes.”
“After they were gone?”
“Yes, Mattie.”
I swallowed hard.
“So I am next.”
“Come with me,” he said gently. “If you still want to leave after this, I will not stop you.”
That last part mattered more than I expected. So I went.
We drove in silence. Not the comfortable kind. The kind you need when you are trying to understand something important.
He stopped at a small memorial garden on the edge of town. Quiet. Tree lined. Peaceful in the way such places often are.
