Strangely, that large, bony hand still had our wedding ring on it. He wasn't a frugal or sentimental person.
Perhaps business hadn't been good these past few years.
I shrugged it off with a laugh.
Just as I was about to block her, the curtain was lifted.
A heavy chill swept over me.
I put down my phone and casually called out. "This morning's hamburger are sold out."
"If you want some, come back after four in the afternoon when we reopen."
The man stood motionless at the door, blocking half the light. Only after a long while did a familiar voice call out to me. "Navier, it's me."
I looked up and the familiar figure was shrouded in the winter gloom.
I was momentarily lost in thought, then offered a polite yet distant smile. "I said the hamburger were sold out."
Dwayne had no response. His gaze swept over the shabby little hut and settled on my rough, cracked hands.
I was not sure if it was real or just something I was imagining.
His breath seemed to pause for a moment. He looked at me, his tone filled with shock and disbelief. "Navier, all these years ... you've been living here all along?"