Out on the porch sitting at the little round table that they'd shared so often in the past, she wished there was something she could do to cheer him up. Some poignant words that would help lessen the burden of grief. He seemed so lost and alone, like he didn't know what to do next. It was a side of him she was accustomed to seeing and wasn't very comfortable with.Of the four of them Niall was the oldest by quite a number of years. He was forty-three, eleven years older than his wife and her, and eight years older than her own husband. He was always the most stalwart member of their little group.Not that he didn't know how to have fun, but in the last couple of years, a little after Abigail was born to be exact, he'd become different; more withdrawn, cold, even distant she'd say. That cold reserve he was known for among his peers had turned to ice.Some days it was almost like dealing with Jekyll and Hyde. Like the time she'd seen him in the next town over looking nothing like hims
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