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AARON
More than anything, I wanted to hug Ezra tight against my chest, hold him, and offer him what his stooped shoulders claimed he needed, same as he’d done for me countless times when I’d come home from school bruised and crying.
But knowing him as I did, I felt sure he would prefer scripture, assurance that God had his best interest in heart. That his loss in some way would bring glory to the Lord.
I couldn’t do that either.
“Tell me about her,” I decided to say, not that I wanted to hear about the woman who’d kept him from returning to us. Speaking of loss often helped those grieving to move forward though, and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my father’s best friend.
Ezra let out a heavy sigh and rested his head back against the couch, his focus on the ceiling. “She lo
