e look on Aaron’s face, I knew this wasn’t a casual coffee visit.
“I’m very sorry, Carly.” He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. “There’s been an accident.”
A police cruiser parked outside our house.
I didn’t understand what he was saying, not until he took my hands in his and said the words that tore my life open.
Ben’s SUV had gone off a hill during the storm and rolled. No one survived.
“No,” I said. “No, he knows that road and he always checks the weather before he leaves.”
Aaron’s face tightened. “I know.”
I couldn’t understand it. Had Ben not checked the weather reports this time?
I’d never know.
Ben’s SUV had gone off a hill during the storm and rolled.
The funeral passed in a blur. My daughters clung to me and cried until their faces were swollen.
Aaron was there through all of it.
He handled the investigation and explained the reports. He stayed for every rough patch when I was trying to hold everything together for the sake of my five daughters.
He became the person I trusted most.
A month after the funeral, my daughters and I placed a memorial marker at the spot where Ben’s car left the road.
I never went back there or drove on that road again until last week.
He became the person I trusted most.
It all started the night Lucy woke me up.
She was standing beside my bed, clutching the old teddy bear she had slept with since she was little.
Even in the dark, I could tell she was shaking.
“Lucy? What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
“I found something inside Mr. Buttons. It fell out.” She held out a folded piece of paper. “Dad hid this note.”
It all started the night Lucy woke me up.
I thought she was making it up. Not maliciously, but because she’d recently started asking more and more questions about how her father and brothers died.
Questions I answered as simply as possible because remembering the details hurt too much.
“Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”
“Look at it.” She held the note closer, her eyes filling with tears. “I know what really happened to Dad and my brothers.”
I took the paper.
