“The old church. Saturday morning. Alex and I will be there.”
I said yes without thinking.
Maybe I needed closure. Or maybe some part of me hadn’t let go.
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The church hadn’t changed.
Same stained glass. Same creaking pews.
Gina sat near the front with her family. Alex stood in the aisle talking to someone. I stayed back.
And then I saw her again.
The woman in gray.
Still alone. Still watching.
After the final prayer, I approached her.
“I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“No. We haven’t.”
“You knew my… husband?”
“Yes. I’m Charlotte.”
“From where?”
“I was with him at the end, Julia. Hospice. And you need to know what your husband did for you.”
My stomach turned.
“He told me he was cheating on me.”
