He spoke nothing during the funeral. He gripped her picture tightly and nodded at everybody like he was frightened he’d break apart if he stopped.
That first week, we took turns bringing over food and offered to spend the night, but he never asked. Just kept repeating, “I’m alright, kiddo.”
One day, he vanished.
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