Luke walked into his new home for the first time alone after work. He let the unfamiliar silence settle over him. He was going to be living alone, something he hadn’t done in ten years. He lived with Shelly for nearly seven years, and then his brother in the three years since Shelly died. And now here he was…alone. There was finality in this move. This was it for him. There would be no reason he’d ever need to move again. He had to quit avoiding that, hiding from the fact that he was a widower. And as always, life progressed on. His brother was now married with his own family. And it was well beyond time that Luke took responsibility for himself. Letting go of the house he had so many dreams in was hard, but three years ago, he knew this day would come. Shelly was dead, and he had no more
