business partner, and closest confidante.
It was exactly two years since she had died.
With my car at the repair shop, I’d asked Vanessa and Derek to take me to her resting place. They agreed grudgingly, insisting we be back before supper.
At her headstone, memories overcame me. I knelt and spoke of our garden, empty kitchen, and silent house.
Twenty minutes of mourning apparently exceeded Vanessa’s patience.
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“He’s doing this for attention,” Derek had complained.
“Dad, we’re leaving
