*Josie*
I hear the laughter as I near the breakfast dining room. I smile, leaning against the wall and absorbing the sweetness of joy, so grateful for it, so glad that Nathan has his friends to distract him from his sorrow.
It's odd how I can distinguish Nathan’s laughter from the others’. It's a bit deeper, a little more free, as though he enjoys life a bit more than they do.
It was marvelous to awaken in his arms. We move forward one day at a time and eventually the grief will ebb away, although I'm beginning to realize that I might not have the exact Nathan I had before. How could I? After months apart, I'm not exactly the same either. Never before have I been completely without male supervision. Although I missed Nathan dreadfully, I found my time alone quite liberating.
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