Chapter 119: Closure

NOAH

"I can only imagine. How did you cope with that?"

"The only way I know. I just keep on putting one foot in front of the other. I've buried myself in football. I work out every day. I do whatever the team asks of me. I smile in public. And then I come home to an empty house, to the place where I see my dead wife around every fucking corner, and I get through the night time hours until I can leave again." I rubbed my hand over my forehead, where the seed of a headache was beginning to blossom.

"Have you thought about moving? It might be the kindest option for yourself," Father George remarked.