They had placed each item carefully in the limited space, creating a careful balance of his and hers. Carlos had an eye for composition, and Jayita gladly followed his lead in creating a space that she would have made merely functional.
From the back of a drawer she retrieved an unremarkable box the length of her hand, and lifted the lid off carefully. Colourful pins that once decorated Marcel’s uniform, awards of merit gained throughout his career; an engraved cup announcing the union of Isatou Mboge and Abel Lamare, Marcel’s parents; a ribbon from the circlet she had worn on her own wedding day. She set the items personal to her aside and mentally catalogued the rest; she would have to return these to him. She wondered if they would mean anything to him; she wondered, too, what they now
