“Don’t let love die with me,” she whispered.Richard leaned closer, trying to hold her words in his hands like something fragile.
“Give it somewhere to go.”
Those were the last words she ever spoke to him.
So after the funeral, after the casseroles stopped arriving, after the condolences faded into everyday life, Richard found himself walking around his empty house like a man searching for a place to put all the love he still carried—love with nowhere to land.
He didn’t know what he was looking for. He only knew he couldn’t stay trapped in a home that echoed.
Then, one stormy evening, he found himself driving without a plan.
