Nathan shared his past early on. He was a pastor, steady in the way he carried himself.
But there were parts he spoke about more quietly. He had been married twice before, and both his wives had passed away.
He didn’t say much beyond that, and I didn’t press him.
Some things don’t need to be explained in detail to be understood. They exist in the pauses between words, in the way someone looks away when a memory gets too close.
Even without him saying much, I could tell his past hadn’t fully released its hold on him.
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