“You know I’m dying inside, too,” he whispered, the words constricted and breathy like he could barely speak through a too-tight throat. “You don’t know what it’s like to watch the love of your life just…” He flapped his hand ineloquently. He rarely showed emotion. Unfairly, I wondered if the meeting today had gone badly. Rationally, I knew he loved Ma to distraction. It was easy to forget that sometimes when he was so cold and distant with everyone else. Especially me.
