“I never got to tell your husband how much that meant to me,” he said. “Would you share a dance with me, too?”
I nodded through my tears.
As we danced, I realized that Martin had left more behind than a map, a dress, and a collection of memories. He had left kindness in the lives of people he’d met along the way.Get Marriage Tips
Back in my cabin, I unfolded the map one final time.
The café was no longer just a place Martin had visited. It was somewhere I’d sat, eaten, and found a moment of happiness.
Elena’s stall was no longer simply a location on his map. It was where I’d discovered another piece of our life together.
I placed a tiny glass lighthouse I’d bought beside our wedding photograph.
Then I looked at the empty spaces on the map.
