The Perfect Widow’s Secret: When Grief and Relief Collide in Public

into his hair. “You won’t. Because you’re already doing what he never did.”

Ben’s voice was muffled against my shoulder. “What?”

“Feeling,” I whispered. “Telling the truth about it.”

Ben clung to me for a long time.

Then he pulled back slightly and nodded toward the envelope.

“Are you gonna… keep it?” he asked.

I stared at it.

That letter had been my secret continue reading …