My husband died believing I would honor his final wish. Two days after the funeral, I delivered a sealed envelope to a woman I had never heard of, and the look on her face told me my marriage had been hiding something I was never meant to find.
For thirty-four years, I believed I knew everything about my husband.
Zane was my safest place. We had survived money problems, family losses, and the kind of grief that either breaks a marriage or binds it tighter. So when he got cancer, I told myself what I had told myself through every other storm.
We would get through it.
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