Chapter Thirteen
Bryan sat with packing boxes around him, letting memories flood over him until the tears came again to his eyes. Pictures she’d put on the mantel, the porcelain egg that should go back to her sister, the mugs in the kitchen, especially the one with the iris. Kate was a seasonal kind of woman, and hadn’t used that one yet, since her summer never came. She was still drinking from one with primroses painted like a flower garden across the bottom of the ivory ceramic. He packed that one too, along with the others.
He replaced the pillows on the couch with the old worn ones he really loved. Hers had been too formal and stiff—never could get a decent nap on the couch using them. He smiled thinking about the minor spats they had over his bachelor luxuries that she found too de
