First there was Him.
He was my rock, my life's navigator – my everything. Married twenty years with the rest our lives before us.
I shut my eyes for Just. One. Moment.
When I wake there's nothing but cold. Pebbled asphalt abrades my skin. The rain is cool on my flesh – washing the blood away; my husband's death. The pregnancy he never knew about.
Then there was Her.
My savior is unrefined. Temperamental. Strong. Deliberate.
My husband is gone. I don't want anyone to replace him. I don't need anyone else.