My pregnant daughter passed away, and when her will was read during the funeral, the entire room fell into complete silence.

At first I didn’t think much of it. But within seconds murmurs began spreading through the room. Gasps followed.

I turned around.

There stood Bill, my son-in-law.

And he wasn’t alone.

A tall woman with dark hair stood beside him, her hand looped comfortably through his arm. Her tight black dress looked less like mourning clothes and more like something meant to attract attention.