Son dies in car accident while delivering cake to husband.
With trembling hands, I repeatedly dial my husband's number.
The one who answers the phone is his first love, Melody.
"sister, Zoran's still sleeping. Is there something you need?"
Before I can speak, Zoran's sleepy voice comes through,
"It's Melody's birthday today. Whatever it is, let's talk tomorrow."
Holding our son's urn, I call my husband, "Zoran, let's get divorced."
My husband, just fooling around with his first love, dismisses me impatiently,
"As you wish."