Nancy stood at the edge of the cemetery, staring at the mound of freshly turned earth. The wind tugged at her coat, but she barely felt it. It had been a week since Patrick’s
death, yet her mind refused to believe he was truly gone. A car crash, they’d told her. Quick, painless. As if that made any difference. As if that would stop the ache that had hollowed out her chest.
Around her, the remnants of the funeral lingered: wilted flowers, overturned chairs, and footsteps in the damp grass. Everyone else had gone back to their lives. She was the only one left behind, still tethered to the moment her world stopped turning.
She turned to leave, clutching her coat tighter when a voice cut through the silence Read more below
