Afterward, my house seemed to hold its breath, waiting for footsteps that would never come again.
So I started volunteering at the local retirement home a few months later.
Everyone assumed I came to give back, to help lonely people reconnect with the world.
That was partly true.
I started volunteering at the local retirement home.
But the honest truth was simpler and sadder.
I was the one who needed someone to talk to.
That was where I met Albert.