had a presentation the next morning.”
My chest tightened.
“I didn’t know that.”
“I know.”
She folded her hands tightly in her lap.
“After the second
loss, she said you both stopped speaking the same language. She said you looked at her like she was a room you couldn’t bear to enter.”
I closed my eyes.
“That’s what it felt like,” I admitted. “Not because I didn’t love her. Because I didn’t know how to walk into that room without falling apart.”
Linda’s face softened just slightly.
“Love that cannot enter pain becomes very lonely, Ethan.”
I opened my eyes.
There was no accusation in her voice now.
Only grief.
“I know,” I said.
“Do you love her?”
The question was simple.
The answer was not.
Because loving Sophie had never stopped.
It had only become tangled in fear, failure, resentment, helplessness, and shame.
