I brushed my finger against my sweater, smelling a faint scent of his cologne, familiar and fleeting.
Finality hit me as I turned to leave.
Dad was really gone. I clutched the box tighter, as if holding onto it would keep him close. As I reached my car, silent tears streamed down my cheeks.
Sitting in the car, I cried until I had no more tears. My phone beeped and rang a few times, but it was just Matt. He was probably worried about me, but some losses have to be dealt with alone.
