He Married Me Dying, Then His Lawyer Opened the Box

smelled like stale coffee and funeral flowers. I’d brought three arrangements home the day before because throwing them away felt ugly. Now white lilies were dying on every flat surface I owned.

Gerald folded his hands.

“Thomas asked me to give this to you only after he was buried. Not before. Not while he was sick. After.”

I stared at the envelopes. continue reading …