I snap my fruit bowl shut and tuck it back in the fridge next to my Le Creuset flask of pasta he made with all the love. I see all his personal touches. A little like having my own personal concierge, but for my heart. I smile and then follow Noemie out the office doors.

A single sentence, yet Lemara found herself re-reading the message, ensuring she hadn't missed anything. Looking up from the text to...