Frank kicked Rita out.
Rita begged and threatened him.
He got one sentence in return: "Go away. My wife woud be upset when she see you here."
He took my ashes home and slept with him every day.
I don't know why Frank is here. I don't want an apology or his regret.
That night, he hugged my ashes and talked.
"I miss you. When are you coming home? I've learnt lots of new recipes. I'll cook them for you when you come back."
"Why don't you come to my dreams if you're not angry?"
Frank took a piece of paper from the drawer.
"Will our child look like you?"
My soul froze.
My body felt like it was crawling with ants, and I felt heartbroken. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
I remembered.
I remembered everything.
I was pregnant.
On our third anniversary, Frank and I hadn't spoke
