He wasn’t removing it.

He was adding Rose’s name and dates beneath the portrait, along with a small violet drawn from one of Violet’s photographs.

“I want anyone who asks to know it’s a memorial,” he said.

“No more imaginary woman.”

I felt tears rise unexpectedly.

“That would have changed everything if you’d said it on our honeymoon.”

“I know.”

The harbor lights appeared as evening came on.