He smiled and offered me his arm.
We walked down the street together.
Those shoes had once carried him through four months of fear he thought he had to face alone.
Now they carried him beside me.
And somehow, that forgotten package wasn’t a reminder of the secret he’d kept.
It became a reminder of something much more important.
Sometimes the truth arrives late.
But when it finally does, you don’t always have to walk away.
Sometimes you simply have to decide that from now on, you’ll walk together.
