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

I kept going.

“And I’m not here to take that away,” I said. “I’m not here to tear him down. He mattered to you. He mattered to this town. He mattered to our boys.”

Ben’s eyes flicked to me, sharp.

Evan stared up at me, sleepy but intent.

“But,” I said, and my heart pounded, “I need to tell you something I wish someone had told me sooner.”

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