The Wrong Heart

When my husband died, he left my broken heart behind.

He left another heart behind, too—his.

I know its wrong. I shouldnt be contacting the recipient of my husbands heart. I dont even expect him to reply

But theres a desperate, twisted part of me that hopes he will.

No names.

No personal details.

Just a conversation.

The only thing I have left of my husband is inside him.