He had promised to take me to the beach that weekend. I gazed at the water in silence. His way of apologizing.
Guests poured in black waves. They touched me with their condolences and retreated back to the rest of their day. Words in praise of my husband told by my side. Hushed tones of pity kept between themselves.
Mom told me later that day how the pain would take many months to subside. Even years.
I tugged at my long sleeves and picked at the smudged concealer on my fingers.
She didn’t know the bruises had already started to fade.