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“I’m sorry I’m late.”
Items jostling in his arms, Seungho grunts as he lowers them onto the grass—a box of pastries, a bouquet of flowers, two paper pails of fried rice, the aroma curling around him like a hug.
“You wouldn’t believe the line at Mrs. Choi’s bakery.” Seungho plops down alongside them. “Turns out they put an ad in the paper, just like you suggested.”
He cracks open the box, admiring the flower-shaped honey cookies lining the bottom. “Hers always were your favorite.”
Eyes brimming with loss, he casts a gentle smile towards the headstone.
“Happy anniversary, Kyum-ah.”