Rogers was seething. The second he finished signing his name, he slammed the door behind him and stormed out.
I forced my mouth into a wobbly, faint smile.
It was done.
Now Rogers and I were truly and completely done. All ties cut, no loose ends, nothing left between us at all.
I asked my nurse to help me contact a cemetery broker.
Ever since we got married, I've quit my job, cut off almost all my social contacts, and centered my entire life around Rogers.
And here I was at the end of the road, having to buy my own burial plot all by myself.
Thankfully, I’d saved up a good amount of money over the years to afford a lovely plot, sunny, with a gorgeous view.
The broker asked me carefully, "Is this for an elder in your family? Would you mind sharing their birthdate and time? I’ve got
