a quiet hum in my mind: Return seque

was all I had le

thes, but my memories. I took out a simp

ing by hand, the needle still stuck in the unfinished hem. His old, worn-out guitar picks I' d collected like ho

a piece of my

hippie girl named Luna, wa

you doin

flat. "When I'm gone, can you

nifer? The executi

x, "she's the rightful keeper of his legacy.

he truly loved. It felt like tearing a part of myself out,

luded cabin, wanting one last look. I stayed hidd

ot out, looking frantic and

er in im

gh to hear their voices th

ll my fault. If I hadn't married him... you ne

e was softer than I had ever heard it. A tende

he fact, laid bare, was a final, brutal confirmation.

ked at her with a warmth, a deep, aching love that he never,

as hi