rawness of the grief slowly dulled, replaced by a

uilt a business in a nearby, larger town, something to do with logi

he poisoned remnants of m

elter, trying to find purpose. Mar

ection to the past, the only one who knew the true story of my marri

l, fragile flicker of ho

ould be Jackson's, or so the world would believe, and so I tried to believe. A new

ined his reaction. Would he be happy? Pleased? He' d never spoken of wa

tense lately, more calls behind clo

, the positive pregnancy test tucked safely

ood news, this new hope. Maybe this baby could mend