Every month, on the same day, I would go to my wife’s grave and notice that someone had gotten there before me ։ When I finally discovered the truth, I was frozen in place

Every month, on the same day, I visited my wife’s grave. But this time, upon arriving, I uncovered a truth that had remained a secret until then.

On the 15th of every month, I would go to my wife’s grave. It had been a year since she was gone, and the cemetery was completely silent — just me and our memories. But I often noticed fresh flowers that I hadn’t brought.