I married a stranger I met in a hospital waiting room so he wouldn’t die alone—after just one week of marriage, his lawyer handed me his backpack.

I didn’t really need.

Then drove to the little ice cream stand on Oakridge Street.

Vanilla.

Thomas had guessed correctly.

It was my favorite.

Thomas had guessed correctly.

On the way home I stopped beside the lake.

The ducks ignored me completely.

I laughed out loud.

People stared.

For once, I didn’t care.

The ducks ignored me completely.

Months passed.

But I haven’t continue reading …