Edward made his morning coffee and buttered toast. He slowly made his way to the sunny breakfast table. He kept a picture of his bride there so they could still share meals together. It was hard to eat alone after sixty-eight years of marriage. As he settled into his chair, he smiled at her. Bella loved that red dress. She had bought it for a Christmas party. Money had been so tight that Christmas it took two credit cards to pay for it, but she was so happy, and he could never tell her no. She batted her eyelashes, and he melted. He was grateful that someone had brought a camera and captured her dancing in her dress. He reached for the photo and traced her face with one arthritic finger. She was as beautiful then as she was the day she passed. Edward sighed. It had been almost a year since he lost the love of his life. He always thought he would go first; he didn't know how to live without her. He knew, though, that one day he would see her again. She would be wearing that red dress. She would reach her hand out to him, and they would dance together for all of eternity.