Every Year He Planted Sunflowers for His Twin Sister—Until One Morning, One Flower Held a Small White Box

to hear. He started crying right there in the middle of the ruined garden, still clutching the photograph like it might dissolve if he loosened his grip even slightly. I wrapped my arms around him, crying too, and neither of us was thinking clearly anymore by that point.

Patrick carried the photograph from room to room the rest of that day, as though continue reading …