““Oh, I’m sorry, honey. I guess I got wrapped up in trying to decide which aftershave to get your father this year. You know how picky he can be. Which one says ‘I’m sorry’ the most?” Maya swallowed against the lump in her throat. They’d all mentioned it—even Bradley had said something when they were alone in the bedroom the night before. Elise was acting unusual, and Maya wasn’t sure she could attribute all of it to losing a husband. Was it normal to forget he’d died before he was even buried? “What do you mean, ‘I’m sorry’?” “Mom,” Julia said, stepping around her cart. “He’s gone. Remember? He died three days ago.””
