Her words pierced me like ice. I stood there, the dishes in my hand, my body frozen, and my heart broken.
When I told Jason about it, he didn’t excuse her. He pulled me toward him and said with calm conviction:
Shortly thereafter, we moved further away. He told Eleanor clearly: Accept her—or stay away. She chose to remain silent.
The call no one wants
When Mercy General called, I knew what was going on before the doctor was even finished.
“We did everything we could… I’m sorry.”
The car accident had taken his life instantly.
The following days blurred into flowers, black clothes, and grief so heavy it felt like drowning.
At the funeral, Eleanor sat stiffly and inscrutably in the pew opposite. After the service, she approached me with a face that had never softened once.
“This is your fault,” she whispered sharply. “If he hadn’t kept running to you, he’d still be alive.”
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