Only one day remained before my departure.At ten minutes to ten in the morning, I sat on a bench in the cemetery with a bouquet of white daisies.My pup's name was engraved on a tiny tombstone.It wasn't Noah.I had given him a new name, Ian.I recalled how, long ago, Lucien had circled that name in a fairy-tale book and told me that if we ever had a pup, he would personally read bedtime stories to him.At exactly ten, my phone rang.Lucien said he was already on his way.I told him to turn right after entering the cemetery and look beneath the birch trees in the third row.At twenty minutes past ten, Mom messaged me to ask if I'd taken my shawl with me. Kayla couldn't find anything suitable to pair with her dress.I told her it was on the second shelf of the hallway closet.At twenty minutes to eleven, Ella asked whether I had taken my medication on time.I sent her a photo of the pillbox.At eleven, Lucien finally called.His voice was very soft. "Erin, I'm sorry. Kayl
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