The Ashes of Eternal Love
Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd.
By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession.
One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line.
Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me.
But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here."
The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together."
Others began c