My Neighbor Dug Holes in His Backyard Every Weekend – Then the Police Suddenly Arrived One Morning

the brows I had kissed during fevers. The same hands that reached for me after bad dreams. The same laugh that entered a room before she did. I had taught her to ride a bike, learned the exact way she liked toast when heartbreak first hit at 16.

Blood had nothing to do with any of that.

The woman I buried had not been the woman I proposed to.

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