I married a stranger I met in a hospital waiting room so he wouldn’t die alone—after just one week of marriage, his lawyer handed me his backpack.

“He called his daughter from Gate 14.”

Then Laundromat.

A dryer sheet folded into a square.

“We both waited for the blue blanket. She said it still smelled like home.”

At midnight, I opened another envelope.

Then Hospital Chapel.

A small prayer card.

“He stopped apologizing for crying.”

I spread the envelopes across the table.

Bus stop.

Grocery store.

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