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

can act like he was perfect?”

“Ben—”

“He wasn’t!” Ben’s voice cracked. “And you know it!”

My throat tightened.

Evan stood behind him, clutching his stuffed dog, eyes wide.

I took a breath and knelt so I was level with Ben.

“I know,” I whispered. “I know he wasn’t.”

Ben’s eyes flashed. “Then why are you letting them do this?”

Because if I don’t, they’ll tear continue reading …