Now, I wiped my eyes as I finished recounting the events around Sean’s death.
“I used to be mad at him.” I sniffed as Bark Ruffalo jumped onto my lap. I pet him, grateful for the comfort. “I was mad because he just had to go to Barnes and Noble in Idaho Falls that day. But I quickly got over that because it didn’t matter whether the accident was his fault or not. It’s called an accident for a reason.”
Remy nodded. “But now you’re mad at him again?”
I took a deep breath. “It makes me glad he’s dead.”
“That’s a totally normal reaction.”
“It may be normal, but it’s certainly really shitty,” I said with a small laugh. “I mean, being glad my husband is dead because he cheated on me? That honestly sounds really messed up to me.”
“I don’t think you’re glad he’s dead, deep down. But I think
