Then he closed the laptop. He walked to the window. Down on the street, a woman was locking her bicycle. A man was arguing on his phone. A child pointed at a squirrel.
At first, the texts from his friends were frequent. “Missed you at the book study.” “Are you sick?” Then they became less frequent. Then they stopped altogether—until the emails from the elders began. jw-org
Without her, the meetings felt like a play where everyone knew their lines except him. Then he closed the laptop