snap in the center of my soul. After Leo' s funeral-a service Eth

ide was a satellite phone and a single, handwritten number. "For a real e

ed the

dy. Congressman Matthew Clark. My father' s protég

celyn Fuller." I used my m

. I am so, so sorry." His sympathy was genuine, a s

my voice flat, devoid of emo

ons. He didn't hesit

I'm ready. I have on

d every memento of my marriage. The photo albums, the dried flowers from our wedding, the li

The pictures curled, the faces of a happy cou

d at the fire, then at me. His act was

voice laced with a confused, possess

, not looking at him. "And

yet caught fire. It was of us holding a newborn Leo. "You

lence a more powerful accusation than any words. He flinched, his hand dropping to his side.

mming the do

rd. They were gathered around the small, white gazebo my father had helped me build. It was wh

o the patio, a glass o

I can't wait for this old thing to

at me, watching from the window. He saw the horror on my face. A flicker o

said, his voice carrying clearl

ast connection to this life being systematically destroyed. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just watched

nothing left to hold on

p the satellite phone, and

ready