At 82, I Found

truly.”

Frank looked at her. “Are you still angry?”

She took a long breath.

“Sometimes.”

He nodded.

“But I’m not only angry,” she said. “I’m grateful too. I got to know you before it was too late.”

Frank closed his eyes.

That was mercy.

Not innocence.

Not escape.

Mercy.

In the early hours of New Year’s Day, Frank woke to the sound of wind.

The house was dark except continue reading …