The Cheap Perfume I Discarded Held a Life-Changing Secret

reminders of him.

His mug still sat on the counter, his jacket still hung by the door. And in that drawer was the perfume, untouched. Each time I saw it, regret grew heavier. I had dismissed something he gave me with love.

Months passed before I could face his belongings. One afternoon, I opened that drawer again and picked up the perfume. My hands trembled continue reading …