Late at night, Cole's phone lit up. A mutual friend had posted a wedding video on f*******:. In the corner of the frame, Mia was holding the bouquet in canvas sneakers, laughing with her whole face, eyes curved, mouth wide open.
He used to tell her that laugh was too much. Now he sat staring at the screen and played it back fifty times.
He put the phone down, got up, and went to the wardrobe. He opened the back panel and pulled out the white shoebox. The nude heels inside, right one worn down at an angle. He ran his hand over the surface and put them back.
He opened the drawer and took out a small red velvet box. Inside was a plain gold ring. He had spent half a month quietly measuring her ring finger before buying it. He'd waited two years to give it to her, always thinking there would
