Chapter 6: Not Yet
Later, sitting alone in my car, I watched an elderly couple cross the parking lot.
The husband gently held his wife’s elbow as they stepped over the curb.
It was such a small gesture.
Small enough that nobody else noticed.
But I did.
I looked away before bitterness could settle too deeply.
Then I pulled Walter’s bank card from my purse.
Recently, I had started carrying it with me. Not using it. Not even planning to. Just carrying it, the way some people carry a photograph of someone they have not forgiven.
“Not yet,” I whispered before slipping it away again.
But eventually, I ran out of time.
Insurance would cover part of the operation.
Not all of it.
There would be deductibles, medications, recovery costs, rides, meals, follow-ups, and expenses that always appear after people tell you not to worry.
So one Thursday morning, I dressed in my best church clothes and took the bus to the bank.
My hands shook the entire ride.
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