That truth once felt threatening.

Eventually, it felt ordinary.

People have histories.

Marriage does not erase everything that came before it.

PART 43 — WHAT BRENDA STOLE

For months I told myself Brenda stole fruit.

Then I realized what actually hurt.

She stole my certainty at the worst possible time.

Twelve days into widowhood, when I could barely understand Patrick was gone, Brenda cracked open twenty-seven years of history.

That cruelty remained.