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

a person.

Ben stepped closer to the grave.

He didn’t look at the headstone.

He looked at the sky.

Then he said, very quietly, “I miss him.”

My throat tightened.

“And I’m mad at him,” he added, voice cracking.

I nodded, tears spilling.

“I know,” I whispered.

Ben wiped his face hard. “And I’m mad at everyone.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I know.”

Evan tugged my continue reading …