My Wife Died Holding a Black Button From My Brother’s Jacket—Then Her Hidden Ledger Led Me to a $41,200 Transfer
“No.”
She folded it along its existing crease.
Placed it beside the mug.
That was what Hannah meant by ordinary things.
She had anticipated that once I found betrayal, I might treat the entire life we shared as contaminated.
Throw away the mug because it belonged to the house where Lorraine pressured me.
Remove the photograph because Caleb had been part of the family.
Sell the house because grief lived in it.