At my husband’s funeral, his mother fixed her gaze on me and said with chilling calm, “Better he’s gone now than forced to live with the embarrassment she brought him.”

I squeezed his hand.

“Yes,” I said. “And I think he’s proud.”

For the first time in months, Noah smiled.

Behind us, the waves erased our footprints.

Ahead of us, the sun rose bright and unashamed.

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