The Kiss of Death
Eleanor placed some documents on the table and poured me a glass of warm water. She then began saying, "Ivy, I have a few questions to ask you. Don't worry, just answer honestly."
The weather was chilly, so I wrapped my hands around the cup. The warmth gradually revived my icy fingers.
"What was your relationship with your husband like?" she asked.
"He treated me well, but…"
I covered my face with my hands, and my eyes welled up with tears again. As his image came to mind, tears streamed through my fingers, and I sobbed uncontrollably.