—not a curse. A boundary. A declaration that some absences are so vast, no euphemism can cover them.
“For your father,” Orson said. “When the time comes. Not as a memorial. As a statement .” bodoni 72 smallcaps bold
“Because,” Orson whispered, “some things are not meant to be softened. Grief is not a delicate italic. Regret is not a light weight. When the world asks you to forget, you answer in Bodoni 72 Smallcaps Bold.” —not a curse