As soon as he saw it, his heart lurched.
Just a box…just a box…just a box…
The litany didn't help.
Because it wasn't just a box.
How could such a small box carry someone who meant so much? Someone so important?
He breathed hard … focussed at the details: The grain of the wood, the sun glinting off the gilt handles. The flowers. The …
Anything to take his mind off what was inside.
She was in it.
"Remains". The word popped into his mind. That's what was inside that box.
Not her.
Because of course.
She'd always be with him.