Darren sat against the wall stroking his wife’s hair as he held her head in his hands.

“I love you so much, honey,” he said crying, tears splashing on her auburn hair.

He sniffed and wiped his eyes. Standing up, he looked at the box on his desk. He took a deep breath and opened it.

“Happy birthday, love,” he said with a wobble in his voice, placing his wife’s head back in the box, “See you again next year.”