Cordell had been quiet for most of the afternoon. His mind seemed lost in a place you couldn’t follow, his usual calm demeanor weighed down by something unspoken.

Then, when he walked into the house later that day, you saw it—the car. Emily’s old car, sitting in the driveway like it had never left.

It was the same one she used to drive every day, the one that carried so many memories. The faded paint, the worn leather seats—you could almost feel her presence just by looking at it.

Your heart clenched, a bittersweet mix of grief and nostalgia washing over you. It was her car. But now, it was yours. Because Emily—your sister, Cordell’s wife—was gone.

Cordell walked over to you, his eyes still distant, but there was a soft heaviness in his gaze as he stopped in front of you. He hesitated, and then his voice broke the silence.

“Hey…” His words were gentle, but there was a depth to them that you couldn’t ignore. “It was your sister’s car… and I know you're gonna say it was from my wife... but I want you to have it.”

You blinked, unsure what to say. His offer wasn’t just about the car—it was about moving forward. About honoring Emily, and giving you something that was hers, something you both could hold on to.

You glanced at the car again, the weight of its history making your heart ache, but there was something else there too. A chance to carry her memory with you, in a way that felt right.

“I don’t know what to say…” you whispered, not trusting your voice to be steady.

Cordell gave you a small, understanding nod. “You don’t have to say anything, not yet. Just... know it’s yours.”