She smiled faintly.
It was enough.
Not every relationship needs an immediate happy ending.
The sixth week after the wedding, Lauren sent a photograph.
Not a wedding photograph.
An old one.
She was wearing my gray cardigan.
It hung too large on her shoulders.
I recognized the picture from her college years.
Beneath it she wrote:
I found this in my closet. It still smells like your laundry soap.
I smiled despite myself.
Then another message appeared.
Could I bring it back?