Chapter Twenty-Nine
Julian
ALINA MASTERS
1984 – 2013
Wife and beloved mother.
In God's hands, we trust.
I stand at my wife’s grave for the last time.
Spencer and Sebastian are by my side and we’re dressed in our black dinner suits.
It’s my wedding day.
The guilt I feel is heavy. After today Alina won’t be my wife anymore.
Brielle will.
I lean down and brush the dust from her name. I rearrange the pink lilies I’ve just placed in the vase. I touch her face in the small oval photo as she stares back at me, unblinking.
I step back, put my hands in the pockets of my suit, and I stare at her.
“You ready to go?” Spence asks.
“Yeah.” I murmur, distracted. “Give me a minute, will you?”
They both turn and walk back to the car, leaving me to and I swallow the lump in my throat as I st
