I Had A Funeral For My Prented-Dead Husband

g Dante," I said, my voi

" My sister asked, her v

g on Dante, holding Ariya in his arms,

ind him," I

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lass of wine into my hands. "Selina, it's been a month.

my hands trembling as

ring through me like a wave of fire.

meone to fake their disappeara

hat? Anyone who pulls that kind of

I said softly,

d with Dante's warmth,

his favorite coffee, and placed it on the table, hoping,

appy. How long ago did that feel? His voice echoed in my mind, playful, yet t

t final phone call. Dante's best friend, his voice bre

d, falling to the floor as I crumpled. My only th

ed a search team, poured every ounce of

I sent th

month ago. The fune

y, my phone lit

just do this. Wait.

u have a fun

brother. He

hat's there to

ide, the screen crack

ngs, his life-scattered and empty. I began gath

hen I

rest-his razor, his toiletries,

hing I had

but it was b

sing shadows, searching for a m

-he wasn't lost. He

ad re

searched frantically, he had

rything he