I liked the warm house, the quiet mornings, and the feeling that, for once in my life, I wasn’t a bad week away from losing everything.
But Richard was nice to me.
Kinder than I had expected.
He remembered how he drank coffee. She realized
And at some point, awkwardly and almost embarrassingly, I stopped pretending I didn’t care.
I really loved him.
Then Richard got sick.
Everything happened terrifyingly quickly.
Six weeks after the diagnosis, I was standing at his funeral.
His children stood in front of me as if I had personally taken their father from them.
Rebecca barely looked at me.
