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

When I hung up, I sat beside Vicky.

“She’s coming tomorrow,” I told her. “First thing in the morning. I told her that you’ll be fine with me for the night.

Is that okay?”

Vicky nodded, staring at the floor.

“No,” I lowered my voice. “She’s scared she failed you.”

Vicky’s shoulders shook.

“I don’t need her to be perfect. I just want her to look at me the way she used to.”

I reached out and covered her hand with mine.

“I think she’s ready to try.”

That night, after Vicky finally fell asleep, I pulled out our wedding album.

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