The Widow's Gambit
They said I was born unlucky, that I was deranged—so lost in grief that I mistook my brother-in-law for my husband.
My daughter and I wandered the bitter winter streets with nowhere to go. Cold, starving, and abandoned, we froze to death in each other's arms.
Whenever I recalled it, rage flared so hot I could have dragged that entire family into the grave with me.
Watching Josh rush to have Caleb's body cremated, I felt nothing but icy contempt.
I sneered inwardly, 'If you want to spend your life with Catherine, then I'll grant your wish. From today onward, you can live as Caleb forever.'