Five years after my husband’s d.eath, I accidentally broke a flower pot he had given me shortly before his d.eath: And what I found b.uried deep in the ground made me scream in horror.

tragedy.

The final line in the note made my stomach drop.

“I don’t want to scare you. Maybe I’m wrong. But if something happens to me, know this — I did not intend to die.”

For five years, I blamed rain.

For five years, I blamed fate.

For five years, I blamed myself for not running outside sooner.

Now a different possibility stood in front of me.

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