Hidden Door    

Would it still be there? As he dressed, he wondered if it remained hidden after sixty years, in spite of the turmoil that had surrounded it. Behind that door, if it still existed, were memories his mind tried so hard to reconcile, but without success. He hoped its opening would end a lifetime of debt he had been unable to repay.

His face contorted and his cheeks moistened. To repay them he would have to relive events, painful events that tore at his being. It hurt. Dear God, it hurt! Quickly, the back of his forearm rubbed across his eyes. It would not do for his wife to see this. His face returned to normal as if the arm’s movement buried his tortured emotions. Aaron sat still as his mind regained control.