They called me to identify the body, and I told them she divorced me last year but they didn't care because she had no friends, no family on the planet at all. I went in and they pulled back the sheet and she was there beautiful like she was asleep, and my full name was carved delicately into her left arm like calligraphy, the blood dried like rust on parchment. Every time I closed my eyes for a full year after I saw that. I still miss her.