It is a terrible thing to learn at a graveside’s distance.

It is also, I would find, not too late a thing, though I did not believe that yet.

Chapter 3 — One Last Button

I want to be honest that I did not have a plan, and I certainly did not have a vision.

What I had was a wedding dress that a young woman named Reyes was expecting in April, and a note in my dead wife’s hand that said for April, and the plain, stubborn fact that I could not be the reason a stranger’s dress went unfinished.

So I told myself a lie that I think a lot of grief runs on.