The Husband Who Died Twice

itter, corrosive aci

I felt so

ords about a "fresh start" echoed in my mind,

must have kn

em, with my own eyes again, no

Fredericksburg t

nd with worn linoleum floors and a be

s looking at her with an expression I hadn' t seen on his

open, a

a bite of h

happy couple, expecti

ver looked at me like that,

the room, hidden behind

over. "What can I

omething ab

ar voice said, "Em

d up. B

in college. He was quiet, smart, an archite

Be

a few weeks ago. My firm opened a new office

e. He looked good, more co

day trip,"

d Chloe, then back at me,

?" he asked,

yes. I couldn' t h

he faked death, the fest

ever leaving mine. He didn' t inte

id, "That' s... unbelievab

coffee, walke

ing, anything at al

week, Sar

now? Distant, they barely saw each other. But still. He seems like a re

b. Angry.

life. Maybe it was time I s

ld Sarah. "I'

almost a betrayal of the

was rea