I Visited My Husband’s Grave Every Day – Until I Found a Shivering Girl There Holding His Photo

Whitney visits her late husband’s grave every day, until one winter morning, she finds a shivering teenage girl there holding his photo. The girl’s search for truth collides with Whitney’s quiet grief, unearthing secrets, lost love, and a connection neither of them expected…

The cold didn’t bother me anymore. Not really.

After Lucas died, I started coming to the cemetery every morning, rain or shine, snow or sun.

It became part of my day, as ordinary as brushing my teeth or feeding Russell the cat.

It was… familiar, quiet, and something solid in a world that had tilted off balance.

Three years in, I still brought the same things: fresh flowers if I could find them, a thermos of coffee, and whatever book I was pretending to read. I rarely made it past the first page.

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