That was when I noticed a man standing quietly near Walter’s photograph. He lingered there as though unsure whether to approach.
“Do you know him?” Ruth asked softly.
“I don’t think so,” I replied. But his old military jacket caught my eye. “Though he may have known your father.”
The man slowly walked toward us, and suddenly the room felt smaller.
“Edith?” he asked gently.
I nodded. “Yes. Did you know Walter?”
“My name is Paul,” he said. “We served together many years ago.”
I studied his face. “Walter never mentioned you.”
Paul gave a faint smile. “He probably wouldn’t have.”
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