He removes the lid from the jar. “Letting go is hard.” He steps behind me, places his hands over mine, and we scatter the remains together. Emotion stings my eyes. He presses his lips to my neck and kisses me. “Scattering human remains without a permit can result in a five-hundred-dollar fine and up to six months in jail.” I laugh, despite the tears. “I have a permit.” “Liar.” He nips at my earlobe. “You’re such a rule follower.”
