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EZRA
After Phillip’s return home, Aaron seemed to become more introspective and became the one to avoid physical contact between the two of us. Accepting the space he’d offered, I didn’t confront him—but I also didn’t like it.
I missed his grounding touches, his gentle warmth, even though I’d hoped, prayed, he would stop since I couldn’t seem to avoid temptation.
We fell into a quieter routine with Aaron keeping the bulk of the care of his father. I watched him closely, his resignation for the chore he’d stubbornly designated upon himself.
My offers to help weren’t brushed aside or ignored though like they’d been since my birthday.
The only time we spent alone outside church and our quiet car rides was mornings at the gym, and even then, we took separate cars. I’d bought myself a
