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I Married My Late Husband’s Best Friend – And On Our Wedding Night He Opened the Safe and Changed Everything
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The Ordinary Life I Thought Would Last Forever
Peter used to say our life was wonderfully ordinary, and he meant it as the highest praise.
He was the kind of man who insisted on “fixing things” himself, even though nine times out of ten he made the problem worse. I would pretend to be irritated while secretly loving the way he cussed under his breath at a stubborn pipe or a crooked shelf.
He drove me a little crazy. But he was kind, patient, and solid. I didn’t realize how deeply his steadiness was woven into my sense of safety until it was gone.
Then, one evening on his way home from work, there was a terrible car accident at an intersection. Peter didn’t come home.
A police officer rang our doorbell with a face full of sympathy, and the world I knew dropped out from under me.
