CHAPTER 12 – I saw a photo of my husband sitting on my coworker’s desk. I forced a smile, pointed at it, and calmly asked, “Who’s that?”

Nobody spoke. The photograph rested in Thomas’s trembling hands. Benjamin Hart. Seventeen years old. Alive. Smiling. Standing beside a girl none of us knew existed. A girl who had somehow … Continue reading CHAPTER 12 – I saw a photo of my husband sitting on my coworker’s desk. I forced a smile, pointed at it, and calmly asked, “Who’s that?”