Still, their words made me think about all the invitations I’d declined and all the years I’d spent believing happiness had ended with my husband’s life.
A few days later, Jake asked me to visit the restored music hall.
This time, he promised there would be no more secrets.
I agreed.
When we arrived, I could barely believe my eyes.
My old friends were waiting inside.
My former choir director had traveled from another state.
And playing softly in the background was the song David and I had danced to when we first met.
Then a woman approached me with three children.
It was Emily.
She took my hands.
“Your husband gave me the chance to live, Susan. Because of him, I became a mother. These three children are here today because a stranger stopped to help me twelve years ago.”
I burst into tears.
Her youngest daughter hugged me, and for the first time in years, I felt something I’d believed was lost forever.
