He’s right there, in front of her. He’s close enough for her to reach out and touch him, to kiss him like the woman on the road had advised.
And yet, she keeps her distance. She listens quietly to his halting story, about his boy who went to war; about how news had reached him that his son had died, only weeks later, honourably in battle.
Then she
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