My voice was barely audible.
“I promised her I’d marry her, and I meant it. Nothing was ever going to change that.”
Claire touched my shoulder before she left.
Then the silence swallowed the house again.
For days, I clung to memories of Emily.
The dress.
Her fragile hand in mine.
The vows I spoke while my heart seemed to break and heal at the same time.
She had been my whole world for all the time we’d been together.
I thought I knew her.
I thought I knew her laugh.
Her fears.
The little things that made her smile.
The way she hummed while cooking.
The way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.
I believed I had married the kindest woman I’d ever met.
But one thing she left behind in her will would prove that I had never truly known everything about her.
On the fourth morning, I sat beside the window and let the weak sunlight fall across my face.
