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

still.

I could hear the hum of the lights overhead.

I could hear someone’s fork clink against a plate.

I could hear my own breathing.

“It is possible,” I said slowly, “to love someone… and still be hurt by them.”

Linda’s jaw clenched.

“It is possible to miss someone… and still feel anger.”

A woman near the front frowned.

A man shifted uncomfortably.

I continued continue reading …