As he took a long swig, his eyes fell on the book he’d pulled from the shelf earlier, an old, well-worn copy of “To Kill a Mockingbird.” It had been Maggie’s favorite, and she’d gifted him this copy years ago. Ethan ran his fingers over the faded cover, a lump forming in his throat. He missed her fiercely, her wisdom, her kindness, the way she could always see the best in people, even grumpy, cynical handymen like him.
