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EZRA
Being away from temptation made it easier for me to focus on what I’d lost while living at the Westons’—my spirituality, a close walk with God. My sister Abby and her husband attended a smaller church than Simply Grace, and the first time I walked in, I felt a rush of warmth come over me. Almost…peace-like.
There were no offers of condolences and pitying glances but smiles and welcomes.
Strangely, I thought of myself as a prodigal son returned home.
But Oklahoma didn’t feel like home. That kind of rest only came from being with Aaron, hearing his exhales, chatting about anything and everything, and the gentle affection that pebbled my skin.
My body craved him, but with every passing day, the grieving of loss—of both him and his father’s friendship—hurt worse than Sofiy’s deat
