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.

only

I frowned.

“He was trying not to cry in front of his own father.”

That was it.

Just… what happened after.

I turned another page.

“An elderly woman stood in the grocery store staring at canned soup for almost twenty minutes. She wasn’t deciding what to buy. She was deciding whether anyone would notice if she didn’t come back next week.”

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