“She would want you to be happy.” It was a nice sentiment, a nice thing to say, but of course it wasn’t the truth. The lie was thorny, and it hurt to speak it. It scratched the roof of my mouth. Julie wouldn’t want anyone to be happy or move on. She would expect perpetual mourning. But how could I say that to him? I thought if he didn’t already know, I shouldn’t tell him. He should get the gift of this ignorance. Some peace.
