8
AARON
“Talk to me, Ezzie.”
Ezra kept his focus on his white-knuckled hands on the table between us, and I slid my foot more firmly alongside his.
His chest slowly rose as though steeling himself to share what had dulled his eyes.
“I’ve striven my whole life to gain those golden crowns in glory,” he stated quietly, a furrow deeply denting his brow. “I focused so hard and so long on those selfish goals that my marriage suffered. Fourteen years together, countless hours of serving the Lord and chasing heavenly riches together in the Ukraine…and Sofiy swallowed a few too many sleeping pills.”
I’d heard through church about her accidental overdose and couldn’t imagine how he’d suffered from finding her cold body in their bed.
I waited for him to expound, my hands itching to hold his, b
