After My Wife Died, I Found Out We’d Been Divorced for over 20 Years – What I Learned Next Shocked Me Even More

I mean, of course it was.

But Sandra hugged her first, without hesitation. Pete, ever the overthinker, asked too many questions, but his heart was in the right place.

And when Pete made a joke about their matching chin dimples, she actually laughed.

It wasn’t a polite laugh; it was a real one.

One evening, watching the three of them sit on my back porch with mismatched cups of hot chocolate, I felt something shift.

Claire was everywhere.

In Lila’s stubborn streak, in Sandra’s laugh, and in Pete’s quiet intensity. She was gone, yes.

But in some strange way, she had stitched us all together.