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CHAPTER FORTY THREE

As the days to Nelson's parents memorial service got closer, his mood got sour. He didn't go to work and he avoided small talks. It was hard getting him to be open to me but I was there for him every step of the way. Just like a wife should.

“Are you good?” I asked as he stood in front of me, dressed up in a three piece black suit. We were headed to the memorial service.

His face which he tried so hard to still and become cold betrayed him. I could tell he was under so many pain, his eyes telling me what he'll never say.

He would have had an eye bag. If I hadn't forced him to sleep, to rest, to eat and to talk to me about it feeling. It felt as if I was taking care of a child but I knew the mechanism of grief and I knew what it could make us be.

“Yeah.” Nelson answered breathlessly, nodding his head vehemently.

He's trying too hard to convince me that he is fine. But I know he isn't and I'm willing to take care of him until he gets better.

I held his face, caressing his cheeks as our
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