And somehow, she had carried a secret so beautiful that even I had never known it.
Mike wiped his face with the back of his hand.
“I came here every week because my daughter is alive because of her,” he said. “And I never got the chance to tell her thank you while she was still here.”
I looked down at Emily’s name.
For months, I had been angry at this man.
Jealous of his grief.
Suspicious of his silence.
But now, sitting beside him at her grave, I realized something that broke me in a completely different way.
I hadn’t discovered a betrayal.
I had discovered a part of my wife’s heart that was even bigger than I knew.
