That week made a huge difference. Tamara thought he looked far better when she saw James making his way toward her. He still needed crutches to get around, but it was not the epic struggle it had been the previous week. He had been gasping and was obviously in pain the last time he had attempted to pay his respects. Now, he had a look of grim determination on his face. The pain was no longer physical.
This pain...was her constant companion. As was always the case, her heart went out to her grieving friend. Tamara carefully stepped away to give him privacy. She concentrated on the flowers and headstones two rows away and kept her gaze carefully averted from James so that he was free to do whatever he needed to get closure.
She was surprised to hear him approach afterward. Tamara carefully
