He nodded: “Every Friday, a man has been coming to your wife’s grave for a year.”

He began describing this man. His description didn’t match at all the people who should have been visiting my wife’s grave. The following week, I arrived at the cemetery even earlier than usual.

As I passed the guardhouse, I noticed the caretaker, who said to me: 
— Hurry, sir, he’s here.

I ran to my wife’s grave and witnessed a scene that shocked me…

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