The tide of memories gradually receded.
I put the box away and prepared to head out for my next driving shift.
But just as I pushed open the shop door, I froze.
A figure stood in the pale morning mist.
She cradled her pregnant belly as she walked toward me, one careful step at a time. As the light grew stronger, her face came clearly into view.
It was Celeste.
The shop instantly filled with that familiar, high-end perfume.
Once, I had taught her which scent to wear for which occasion.
Now, she used them with flawless precision.
Her gaze swept across the counter and landed on the open box. She stopped short, her eyes slowly reddening.
Without a word, I walked over, picked up the box, and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
“Nathan,” she said, stepping closer. Her voice was soft and hesitant. “These past years… how have you been? We all thought you…”
Luis recognized her from television and froze in place, his mouth hanging open.
My voice was flat and distant. “I’m dead. Isn’t that exactly what you all wanted?”
She fell silent. After a moment, tears shimmered in her eyes.