As I finished burying Emerald’s daughter Fire approached, “Dad, where is Emerald?” I shook my head, “I don’t know Fire. She went to mourn her daughter in peace.” Fire looked down at the grave, then back at me, “did you know her?” she asked quietly. I shook my head, but said nothing. A small part of me flared up but I pushed it aside. Of course Emerald had a life before she met me. I was married twice by the time her and I had met so there should be no surprise that she had been married at least once before. Fire placed a flower on the grave and quietly walked away, leaving me to my thoughts and think I did. It wasn’t the fact Emerald had been married that bothered me, it was that I knew so little about her life before we meet. She would mention tidbits, but usually about her famil
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