Had I really known him at all?
Adam’s face fell, but he didn’t move.
“He told me to come and find you.”
“I don’t know what he told you,” I said, my voice rising despite myself, “but this isn’t the time.”
Grief tangled with humiliation inside me.
I couldn’t stand beside my husband’s coffin and face what felt like proof of betrayal.
“I have to go,” I added.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say more.
But I had already turned away.
At the burial site, I kept my sunglasses on.
I stood beside the grave as the pastor spoke—about devotion, kindness, integrity.
Every word felt like a question.
I scanned the crowd.
Adam was gone.
Just like that, he had disappeared.
The sound of soil hitting the casket made me flinch.
Claire squeezed my hand gently.
“Are you okay?”
