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

There she was — Taylor — half out of frame beside Lucas, laughing like she belonged in the story all along.

I stared at the photo, then at Lucas’s letter.

He’d loved me, and he’d lied to me.

Tomorrow, Taylor would have to say it out loud, with Vicky listening.

The next morning, Taylor stood in my doorway with red eyes and trembling hands. Vicky didn’t hesitate. She walked straight into her arms.

“I’m here, baby,” Taylor whispered into her hair.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I stepped back, giving them space, and I felt something in my chest loosen for the first time in years.

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