at the table while jazz played on the radio.
Those were the Sundays I came to value most.
There was no pressure to be entertaining. No expectation that either of us needed to solve anything.
We were simply two people sitting in the same room, making the room feel less empty.
Part 4: The Family Next Door
It did not take long for Ezra to become part of our family.
Emma was seven when she first came with me to deliver groceries.
She walked into Ezra’s kitchen, noticed a wooden