I took a deep breath, deciding to dive right in. “I spoke to my mom. She told me who you are. Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
He paused, sipping his coffee as if drawing strength from its warmth. “I didn’t want to intrude. Didn’t know if you’d want to know an old man like me.”
His words hit me hard. How could I express the gratitude and the confusion bubbling inside me? “You’ve been so kind to me, and I just want you to know… it means the world. But you don’t have to come here every Sunday. We can… we should talk more.”
