I bought the burial plot next to my husband after he died, but when I came to visit him on what would have been our anniversary, someone else was already buried there! I thought it was a mistake until a young man stepped forward and revealed a secret my husband had taken to his grave.
For 25 years, Daniel and I had the sort of marriage that made my friends envious.
My husband was a ruthless businessman, but at home, he was supportive and kind: the type of man who warmed my side of the bed for me, never forgot an anniversary, and helped around the house without me needing to ask.
I thought he was a good man.
I had the sort of marriage that made my friends envious.
When he died three weeks ago on an icy road coming back from a business trip, it felt like the ground gave out under my whole life.
“They said it was instant,” I told my sister that night. “I just… I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
“He knew you loved him, Erin.”
