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

“Whatever the adults did, you don’t pay for it. You’re safe here. We’ll deal with the truth next.”

I didn’t react right then.

Instead, I stood and walked into the hallway and into the room that used to be Lucas’s office. His books still lined one shelf. A couple of jackets hung behind the door, completely untouched.

And there was one small box I’d never fully unpacked, because I just… couldn’t.

I didn’t know what I was looking for, just that my hands felt too empty.

When I opened his favorite old poetry collection, the one he used to read before bed, a folded paper slipped from between the pages. There was no envelope, just one sheet, creased down the center.

“Taylor,

I got your message.

And I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know, I wish I had.

I don’t know how to tell Whitney. But she deserves the truth…

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