Nathaniel began the legal process of ending his marriage to Rosalind, quietly untangling everything that needed to be handled. I never left him. How could I leave a man because of the sin of being better than me? I work at a different warehouse now, farther away and for less money.
Nathaniel still writes “Love you, Delia-girl” on the grocery list. I keep the ones I can. Sometimes I think the Lord sent me the bill for what I did in 2002, but my husband paid it before I ever knew it was due. And every time I remember Rosalind, I know that some debts aren’t paid with money. They’re paid by finally telling the truth, holding someone’s hand, and staying until the end.
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