I turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs. “We need to put our best foot forward,” she said as I watched her walk in with the six bags. My mother-in-law went shopping yesterday and bought us all new outfits for today. “Mommy.” I look back at Lizzie, who is standing in the doorway wearing a black one-piece dress similar to mine with ballerina flats. My thumb of my right hand touches it, and the lone tear that falls out of my eye lands straight on it. I sit on the made bed and look down at my wedding band. Since I found out that not only did my husband die, but that he also married someone else. My blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, my cheeks are sunken in more than normal, and the blackness around my eyes indicates I haven’t slept well since this whole thing happened.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I smooth down my black skirt. Two broken souls brought together by tragedy and heartbreak. She made me promise to move on, promise to find love again, but I broke those promises because I can’t move on. I fell in love when I was fifteen, knowing she was the one.įor five years, she was my everything-my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. When he died, I was left with answers he couldn’t give me and a box full of lies. Until someone else answered his phone and my perfect life shattered. I had the perfect life a husband who loved me, and two kids who were my world.
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