“Truett,” I breathed, wishing like hell I’d stuck to my no-questions policy. The weight of gravity suddenly crushed me. “You still don’t go out in public? But…I saw you…at the restaurant…in the rain.” He blew out a ragged breath, slowly peeking up at me. He tried to smile, but it was wholly sad—and completely heartbreaking. “Once a week I go to The Grille, but recently my ex-wife bought it and promptly shut it down.”
