She placed the urn on the kitchen table with a calmness that felt almost surreal. For years she had waited, hoped, and listened to promises that never quite materialized. Now, with his ashes resting before her, she finally spoke the words she’d held inside. “You know that fur coat you promised me?” she said, brushing a hand over the smooth table. “I bought it with the insurance money.” Her voice stayed steady. “And that new car you said we’d get someday? I didn’t wait this time. I bought it too.” Every sentence felt like a strange blend of closure and release.
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