Frank placed the urn gently on the desk in his study and said softly, "It's messy at home, Damienne, but don't worry. Just wait a little while for me, and I'll make sure the house is spick and span."He picked up the pieces of our wedding photo and put them back together slowly. He had never sewn anything before, and he clumsily tried to repair the wedding gown Damienne had cut to pieces, piercing his fingers with the needle numerous times, but he acted like he did not feel any pain.Frank stubbornly sewed the pieces of the dress together, not understanding that our fallout was just like the wedding gown. Once it was torn apart, no amount of expert tailoring could return it to its original look. It was a waste of effort no matter how hard Frank tried.Time passed slowly, and the house looked clean and tidy.Frank hugged Damienne's urn while curled up quietly in the corner of the bed like a rock. He stayed there from morning to night, and from night to morning again. His phone rang
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