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“That’s good,” Elias had said. “That’s really good.”

Then he closed the laptop. He walked to the window. Down on the street, a woman was locking her bicycle. A man was arguing on his phone. A child pointed at a squirrel. jw-org

He did not send it. He deleted it.

At first, the texts from his friends were frequent. “Missed you at the book study.” “Are you sick?” Then they became less frequent. Then they stopped altogether—until the emails from the elders began. “That’s good,” Elias had said