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“It’s been a year.” She says, when she hears the man walk up, he was standing in the doorway of her study now. She wipes her hands across her face, trying to hold back tears. “I miss him.”
“I know,” he says, “I’m sorry.” He is sorry, and he does know. But he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t know what it’s like to lose a child.
“I know you are, Gadreel. And I hope you know I forgive you for what happened.” Linda takes a deep breath before speaking again. “I just miss my son.”
Gadreel nods, leaving the doorway, and going to sit in the living room, as he usually does when Linda gets like this. She knows he’s there for her, but he’s not always what she needs, and he understands that.
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Before she goes to bed, Linda marks off a date on the calendar. December 2nd, 2014.