.Lucio.
“I’ve forgiven you, I guess.”
I sit on the grass next to the grave of my late wife, or late ex-wife actually, the papers were signed before she died. My knees pulled up and my hands folded leaning on my knees.
Why she wanted to be buried in Cliffs is still a mystery to me after all these years.
Maybe for Sofia? Maybe somewhere for me?
No matter what the reason is, for the first time in three years, I’m glad it’s here. I haven’t been here since that one day three years ago.
Someone comes here, that shows clearly, by the small vase with flowers and by the flowers... recently someone’s been here.
“I’m healed,” I tell the tombstone.
I stroke my fingers over the edge of the stone. “You told me you wanted someone who could make me feel like Paulo makes you feel. You told me you’
