My Best Friend Married My Father——Then On My Birthday, She Gave Me a Black Box and Told Me to Open It Alone

dead for four weeks!” My voice hit a pitch of hysteria I didn’t recognize. “Four weeks, Dad! Her clothes are still in your closet. Her toothbrush is still in the bathroom!”

“I know how it sounds,” my father said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Do you? Because it sounds insane! It sounds like a nightmare!”

Lydia stepped forward, her palms raised as if she continue reading …