The note detonated my life.
One sentence, nine words, and the man I buried became a stranger. A funeral, a folded page, a woman I barely knew claiming “our children” with a calm that felt like violence. I thought I’d lost my husband once to death. I didn’t know I was about to lose him agai… Continues…
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