The Marriage Without A License
Language: en
Elias wrote me so many letters after his cancer diagnosis. I hadn’t opened a single one. While sorting through old things, I fully intended to toss them all. But Lily’s voice broke my concentration. “Mom, what are you doing?” She looked at the stacks of neatly folded stationery in my hands and gave me a mysterious smile. “Tell me about them. I promise I won’t make fun of you!” I didn't answer. Instead, I tossed them into the rusty metal burn barrel in the backyard without a second thought. Then I struck a match and watched them burn completely, cleanly. “Just useless…