Richard had fought cancer for eleven months. During the last three, he could barely lift his tea without both hands.
Daniel should have been beside us.
Instead, four months before Richard died, I came home from the pharmacy to find our wedding photograph shattered on the hallway floor.
Daniel stood beside it with a suitcase, his face wet with tears.
“I can’t believe you asked that of me!”
Richard was gripping the back of a chair for support.Clothing
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“I have no other choice.”
Daniel’s face crumpled.
“Then you’ve lost your son!”
He walked out.
By the time I reached the sidewalk, his car was already gone.
When I went back inside, Richard was sitting on the stairs.
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He stared at the broken photograph.
“This has to stay between Danny and me.”
