Cordell's horse moved steadily, his gaze distant. ”Yeah, my wife died a year ago, I’ve got amazing kids, an incredible job, but nothing compares to when she was here." You glanced over at him, noting the way his shoulders seemed to carry the weight of his grief. “I can’t imagine how hard that must be. But you’re doing so much for your kids and everyone around you. That says a lot about who you are.” He offered a small, grateful smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thanks. It helps to talk about it, even if it’s just a little.” Cordell sighed, his expression softening. “I remember her laughter, the way she’d light up a room. It’s those moments that keep me going.”