I didn't go home; instead, I stayed and watched Greta and Lucas leave together. Oddly enough, it felt like I had expected this all along, and I found myself surprisingly calm.
I got home before Greta did. When she arrived, she casually asked about my visit to her workplace. I simply smiled and said that I intended to see her, but decided not to, thinking about how our daughter's body had been there. I said I worried it might bring back too much sadness.
Greta seemed to accept my explanation and quietly sighed with relief.
In that moment, I suggested we hold a memorial service for our daughter.
Greta shrugged it off and told me to handle it.
I didn't need her approval, just wanted her to remember that I brought it up.
A few days later, I told Greta the memorial would be the next day a
