time.
“I broke a promise to her,” I said. “She told me not to fix everything. I did anyway.”
Liam stared at the dish towel in his hands. “I guess we both owe her better.”
“Yes, we do.”
On the anniversary of Anne’s death, Liam came with me to the cemetery. We brought flowers from the grocery store because Anne had always said florist prices were emotional continue reading …
