Lucas kissed her hand. “I promise.”
Grace smiled faintly. “There’s a letter. For the day you forget.”
“I won’t forget.”
“People forget when they’re lonely,” she said. “So I wrote it down.”
A week later, Grace was gone.
After the funeral, Lucas became two people.
In public, he was the strong CEO of Bennett Development, the man who signed contracts, shook hands, and built towers across the city.
At home, he was a father who learned how to braid hair badly, burn pancakes, check under the bed for monsters, and answer impossible questions about heaven.