He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

she’d been pretending to water all morning. She looked up, saw me, and pressed her hand to her heart before giving a little wave.

Across the street, Mr. Alvarez lifted two fingers from the hood of his truck.

Ordinary people. Ordinary street. Sprinklers ticking again.

On the hall table behind me, Marcus’s wedding ring sat alone on the wood. He must’ve continue reading …