I later discovered that the weeks after the ending were full of smaller wounds.

There was the joint checking account with almost no money in it because he’d moved his paychecks to a new bank.

The electricity bill he’d always promised to handle that had fallen behind.

The car registration in his name.

The insurance policies I knew he sold but had never understood well enough to read.

Trevor visited the first weekend and opened the kitchen drawer where I kept everything important.

He found utility notices, a retirement statement, and the yellow legal pad I used to record what was left after groceries.