I Thought I Was Done After Being Thrown Out by My Husband’s Kids—Then a Black Limousine Appeared at My Trailer

when she passed, and I’d kept paying the lot rent out of pure habit ever since, never once imagining I’d actually need it.

The first nights were the hardest. I slept in the housecoat Garrett had bought me, because it still carried a faint trace of his aftershave. I cried in a way I hadn’t cried since the day Howard died.

On the third morning, I finally continue reading …