Chapter 1: The Call

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This has to be a nightmare, it just can't be true. Any second now, I know he is going to walk through that door and give me a kiss on the temple like he does every time he comes home from one of his work trips.

God, I sound so cliche even to my own ears. I snort and shake my head, holding my tears at bay. Even in my grief addled mind, I know it is not true.

He is never coming back.

The call came not even 24 hours ago. A woman was on the other end of the call crying and was asking me to verify my name and relationship to Ben. In my panic to placate the crying woman, I answered automatically, "Sang Sorenson, Ben is my fiancé."

Who is this woman, and how does she know Ben? What has happened, and why is she crying? The thoughts tumbling through my brain were on warp speed with the sudden surge of adrenaline, and the edges of panic, so sharp I feel like time is slowing down, freezing. Then everything stops, crystallizing in that moment.

Next is a free fall back to earth with a whoosh. Then I am smacked in the face so hard my breath has left. I have been hit with the words and the realization that I didn't want to know who this woman was, and why she was crying. Because knowing this, this information that has just been shared through the phone line by a stranger changes our lives, or should I now say my life forever. Because now, now there is no more Sang and Ben.

Now it will just be Sang.... poor widowed Sang.

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