In the days that followed, Jack hovered outside my company like a restless ghost, showing up at the same time every day without fail. He never dared step closer, only stood there at a distance.
He always carried expensive tonics or cupcakes from the southern city bakery I once loved. On rainy days, he stood there drenched through. On blazing days, he baked under the harsh sun.
Colleagues whispered behind my back, convinced I was a heartless woman who had discarded such a devoted man. I ignored it all and kept my routine unchanged.
Until Friday afternoon, just as I stepped out of the office lobby, Jack suddenly broke past the security guards and rushed straight toward me.
He was gripping the box tightly, the one containing the ashes of our twins.
"Natalie, don't leave." He held onto it
