I Went to Visit My Husband’s Late Wife’s Grave and Discovered She Was Never Dead

Something more like — obligation. Courtesy. The particular instinct of a woman who has moved into a life that was once someone else’s and wanted to acknowledge that in some small, private way. To stand at her grave and say: I know you were here before me. I’m not pretending otherwise. I’m sorry if this is a betrayal of something.

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