He didn\u2019t wail. He didn\u2019t call for help. His shoulders only trembled as his fingers stroked the wet soil, as though the earth itself might whisper a reply he could carry to the living world.<\/p>\n
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The Man in the Dark Suit<\/b><\/h2>\n
From the opposite path, a tall man in a rain-dark suit walked as if every step weighed a year. He had just buried his wife. His eyes were empty in that stunned, hollow way grief makes of a face.<\/p>\n
He saw the child. Something in his chest tugged\u2014an ache recognizing an ache. He slowed, then turned toward the boy.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said softly, stopping beside him. \u201cIs that your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
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