I spent four decades building commercial towers and shopping centers across the tri-state area.
She spent those same decades restoring antique books in a small workshop downtown.
She never wanted the cars.
She never touched my watch collection.
She skipped every corporate dinner she could politely escape.
That afternoon, I went looking for her lavender hand cream.
It was a silly thing.
I just wanted to smell it one more time.
I opened the old wooden sewing box she kept on the closet shelf.
The tray of thread spools lifted out.
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