“You will. You will love again. You will love people, and things, and food, again. Even that piano you play so well. You’ll love that, too.” I swallow the sob pounding in my chest. “How can I? There’s no room for anything else. In my mind, she’s still here. In my heart, she’s still here. But that isn’t enough. I want to hear her. I want to see her. I want to laugh with her.” I shake my head, cursing myself for allowing a few tears to fall. I wipe them before Frank can see. “And I want to bury her ashes . . . I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
