while he was alive.”
“So do I.”
He nodded.
“Don’t make the same mistake.”
I thought about Claire’s vows.
When the past knocks on our door, we will decide together whether it needs to come in.
“I won’t,” I said.
A year later, on our first wedding anniversary, Claire and I took the suit out of its box.
We had invited our families over for dinner, and my mother had brought a framed copy of the photograph showing Thomas and Daniel together.
We hung it in our living room.
The
