My mom never liked my wife

evidence, there’s not much they can do. I ask if they can exhume her body. He winces.

“That’s a serious request,” he says. “And expensive. You’d need legal grounds.”

I leave with a card, a case number, and a hollow ache in my chest.

Back home, Emma is in the kitchen making tea.

“Want some?” she asks, holding out a cup.

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