Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

when Ethan collapsed. The bouquet in my left hand—roses and lilies from his co-workers—had wilted in the backseat overnight. My eyes were swollen, lips cracked from too much crying and too little sleep.

I had watched my husband die in the cardiac unit twelve hours earlier.

I wasn’t ready to face the silence of our house, but I also wasn’t ready for what continue reading …