Where did you get that ring

coat I had bought him for Christmas two years earlier. His hair was damp from the rain, his face arranged into sorrow, and in his right hand he held a bouquet of white lilies.

Lilies.

For my dead parents.

Behind him, parked at the curb, was a silver Mercedes I did not recognize.

My phone started ringing.

Adrian’s name flashed on the screen.

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