For a moment, neither of us said anything.
The city continued moving around us. Cars rolled through intersections. Office workers hurried toward Callahan Industries carrying coffee cups and briefcases. Somewhere nearby, a horn blared impatiently. Life continued exactly as it always had. Meanwhile, I stood beside the bench trying to catch my breath after unloading two years' worth of anger on a complete stranger. The tears had stopped, but the embarrassment remained. I hated crying in front of people. I hated losing control. Most of all, I hated that Timothy had stood there and listened without interrupting. He hadn't argued. He hadn't defended God. He hadn't told me to calm down. Somehow his silence made me feel more exposed than any lecture could have.
"I know you're hurting."
His voic
