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both feelings was a terror that the truth might make me grieve a man who had never truly existed. Three days later, David was taken to the hospital. He never came home. The funeral passed in a blur of black clothing, flowers, casseroles, and voices telling me how fortunate I had been to share my life with such a good man. Grace stood beside our children continue reading …

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throughout the service.

People asked who she was.

“She’s family,” I answered.

Even as I said it, I did not know whether it was true.

The night after we buried David, I lay awake in our bed.

His side was cold.

For fifteen years, I had fallen asleep listening to his breathing.

Now the silence felt enormous.

I stared at the ceiling and counted the questions he continue reading …

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