Before the trial, Neil came to see me at the cemetery.
He brought a piece of strawberry cake.
Rain had soaked a corner of the box, and the frosting had started to melt.
"You never used to like sweets."
He opened the box and set a plastic fork beside it.
"After you were pregnant, you woke up one night craving cake with frosting. I checked every bakery for three blocks, and all I could find was a slice of strawberry cake. You were so happy eating it. You even asked if our child would like strawberries too."
His voice broke.
I stood beside my headstone, remembering that night.
That night, he came home frozen, the tip of his nose red from the cold.
I sat up in bed eating cake while he crouched beside me and watched with a smile.
He took my hand and promised that on our 10th anniversa
