The funeral procession had reached its final stage.According to tradition, the daughter-in-law of the Graham family was supposed to serve as a pallbearer and throw soil onto the casket together with Wade.At the same time, I, Wendy Johansen, received two messages on my phone.One was from my best friend, Helen Jefferson.[Wendy, don't overthink it. Those relatives are outsiders. They're just making wild guesses. Mr. Graham had always treated me like his own daughter.]The other was from my husband, Wade Graham.[Wendy, we're just avoiding suspicion. Now isn't the right time to make our relationship public.]The truth was, I wasn't overthinking anything.For the entire seven years of our marriage, everyone had always believed that Wade and Helen were a match made in heaven.They had grown up together.Whenever the three of us were together, I felt more like the unwanted third wheel tagging along with them.I had lost my father when I was a teenager. During the seven years I
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