for words. He told me it was a rainy night, a slick road, and a mechanical failure that stole them from the world. I never pressed him for more. Seeing his pain was enough to make me bury my own curiosity, out of a sense of loyalty to the man who gave me everything.
Thomas passed away last month after a brutal, silent battle with cancer. The silence he left behind was deafening. The house that once felt like a sanctuary suddenly felt like a museum of a life I
