The Widow's Vengeance: A Second Chance
re, their blue uniforms a somber sea under the gray sky. They called my hus
son, Leo, holding my hand. I was supposed to be t
felt n
hael' s face, Michael' s hair, Michael' s build. B
" the one whose arm was draped over my mother-in-law's shoulde
had lived this
l was alive, I felt a surge of pure, unadulter
t's you! Yo
ervously. Later that night, I overheard
low and urgent. "Mark is dead. If I tell Ashley
school sweetheart
oice laced with a fake concern that I was fooli
. "She'll manage. She has to, for Leo's sake. I'll take Mark'
screaming the truth. I tol
I was hysterical, that my grief had driven me ma
rying was giving her headaches. That night, Michael came to the hospital. He told me Leo had bee
never w
spital cot and I hanged myself. My last thought was one of regret. Not for marrying Michael, but fo
I wo
s small hand was in mine. The air was thick with
as
every
above his left eyebrow, the one he got from a childho
chen, his mother's weak protest, his col
is st
n I would endure any pain for him. He thought I would quietly rais
as w
ot be strong for him
y the part he assigned
urn his world
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