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

notice. Because I can’t handle the whispers getting sharper. Because your dad is a saint and I’m the altar.

Instead, I said, “Because it matters to people.”

Ben’s jaw tightened. “It matters to Grandma Linda.”

“Ben.”

He flinched like my tone startled him. Then he looked down at his hands. They were clenched. He didn’t notice.

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