Scarlett Crawford, a widowed mother with a young daughter depending on her, struggling to keep her life and emotions in check, but with the help of her best friend and her big brother she does what she can. But will a chance encounter with an attrac...
"Thanks again for having Quinn tonight, Dean, we really appreciate it," I said into the phone while stirring the pasta sauce for dinner and talking to my older brother, "I mean it is our anniversary after all. Wink wink."
"Letty! I do not need to know that about my baby sister, that's gross, but you know I don't mind babysitting." Dean calling me by the nickname that's plagued me my entire life; "How long have you and Andy been married now? 4-5 years?" he asked.
"Six actually. Six years today," I replied excitedly, as I heard a knock at the door. "Hang on a sec, someone's here." I said as I headed to the door where the knocking came again, "Coming." I called out in frustration while making my way to the front door.
As I opened the door I saw two stony faced Police Officers, I felt my heart skip a beat as it jumped into my throat.
"Can I help you Officers?" I choked out.
"Mrs Scarlett Crawford?" I nodded as the Officer continued, "I'm sorry to have to inform you, your husband Andrew, has been in an accident."
"No..." I whimpered as my phone fell to the floor with a clatter of metal on hardwood.
"Letty? Letty? Scarlett! Scarlett, answer me!" I heard Dean calling out to me, it sounded a million miles away.
"No no no no no..." the tears came thick and fast as my legs gave out and I started to fall. The Officer that spoke managed to reach out and catch me in time before I crumbled in a heap against his chest.
"Constable Foster, help me to get Mrs Crawford to the living room." The Officer holding me said, "Of course Sergeant." The two Police Officers awkwardly walked me to the couch where I collapsed, my head falling to my knees as I struggled to catch my breath, openly balling. I didn't hear the exact words the Sergeant said, what I did hear was "terrible car accident", "tried to revive" and "didn't make it" quiet clearly. Constable Foster was on my phone to my brother who hadn't disconnected our call. He was obviously answering all the questions Dean was asking that I couldn't bring myself to ask.
Andy is dead.
Dead.
My husband is gone.
On our sixth wedding anniversary. How can this have happened? Are they really sure it's Andy? What am I going to do? How do I tell our daughter? How on earth am I supposed to tell Quinn her daddy is gone?
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Authors Note: I know this first chapter is quite short, but I didn't want to start the first chapter with a flashback. This was the easiest way I could think of to work it in. Also, please be kind, this is my first attempt at writing in about 15 years and my first time publishing on here. That being said, enjoy.
