–Damon–
It's been a year since my wife left me. And here I am, drowning myself in alcohol again inside my wife's mausoleum. Fully air-conditioned, with a sofa and a fridge. I had someone install that for me. Just across from it is my mother-in-law's.
"Cheers, love." I raised my beer. "You know, your son is growing really talkative and such a foodie. He'll do perfectly well without me."
I finished my last beer and went through the fridge to grab something stronger.
"Bro!" Caine exclaimed. "I just received a ghost email from Livana. I think she set this up last year."
"Nonsense," I murmured.
"Anyway, the letter isn't for you, but for me."
Outside, everyone is drinking and doing some silent shit for my wife's first death anniversary.
"Mama!" I looked toward the door where he crawled up even though he can walk. Step by step, he climbed the stairs. "Mama!" He balanced himself to stand and ran toward Livana's photo by the stand.
"Let's go home." Caine shoved his phone toward me.
