Nathan was already preparing to lose me… And I had just promised to build a life with him. Why would he do that?
Without planning to, I found myself at the church.
It was empty. But inside me, everything was loud.
I sat in the front pew and opened the letter again, reading more carefully this time:
“I tried to be stronger the second time… but I wasn’t.
I thought I would have had more time.
I don’t think I’ll survive losing you too, Mattie.”
I lowered the paper slowly, my hands no longer shaking—just heavy.
It wasn’t fear of something happening to me. It was the realization that my husband was already living as if it would.
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