The heavy scent of funeral lilies hung thick in the air, a suffocating perfume that did nothing to mask the immense, raw grief tearing through my chest. My husband, David, had been dead for less than forty-eight hours, his body resting peacefully in a polished mahogany coffin at the front of the quiet funeral home chapel. I sat alone in the front pew, clutching a damp tissue, my eyes fixed on the man who had been my entire world. The sudden, catastrophic car accident had shattered my life in a single second, leaving me to navigate a bleak and terrifying…
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