several boxes of clothing away. I didn’t question it. I was grieving, and I had other things to worry about.
Then, several years later, my grandmother died too.
Our family gathered her belongings, divided the jewelry, donated the furniture, and tried to move forward.
Nobody mentioned the suit again.
Until Claire.
I met Claire at a friend’s birthday party five years before our wedding.
She was standing in the kitchen, arguing cheerfully with someone about whether pineapple belonged on pizza. She had a laugh that made other people laugh with
