When love lies
That old man had a strange charm quiet, observant, and almost… broken in a way that made you want to fix him.
We had bonded over late night conversations and wine. He called me “kid” like I was his own. Sometimes, he’d get emotional, speaking about a woman he lost long ago. Josephine, he said. His only real love. The way he spoke about her… I’d never seen love like that outside of movies.
I envied it.
But the week before my mother visited him, she had been distant. Nervous. Then one day, she said she wanted to visit someone. She never said who.
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