LIAM

I watched my daughter, Chloe, crouched in front the grave. Beth’s grave. How many times the two of us had come here. But today was a special day. It was Beth’s birthday. Chloe always liked to wish her.

I turned and walked a bit further away, not wanting to hear or see it. It broke my heart to see my daughter longing for her mother that should’ve been there. I knew eventually I wouldn’t be enough. She’ll need a mother one day. And I guess I could give her one. There were a lot of women that I knew that would be willing to go for coffee with me, especially since I was a pastor in the community. But yet I couldn’t even bring myself to ever do something like that. I’d been encouraged before. By people like my parents, people at church. But whoe...

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