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Tate dropped his eyes to his hands “I stopped being surprised by the things they did a long tiers around each other “Who was it?”

I blew out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding “My wife”

I was surprised when Tate didn’t look at ed that he’d heard ers had stopped“When?” he finally asked

“September, 2005”

“What was her name?”

More pain bloomed in my chest I rarely said her na pain on the few occasions that I did “Revay,” I ed to whisper

Tate fell silent Most people always apologized toIt was strangely coto even ony that consumed me

“Did they ever say anything about her? About that time?” I forced myself to ask

Tate didn’t need to ask who I was talking about “I don’t reo not to ask questions”

“How old were you then?”

“Thirteen”

“What about your mom? Was she around?”

Tate was quiet for a , “No, she wasn’t”

“So your parents were divorced?”

Tate shrugged “No idea”

I figured the conversation was over when Tate turned his head to look out theBut to ain