CHAPTER TWO
KELLY SQUATTED ON the well-manicured grave, one hand touching the cold, lifeless marble of the tombstone. The pressure in her chest was like a fist gripping her heart, squeezing until her breath was forced to gulp in-between tears that fell from her pale green eyes. Sleep had eluded her all night as guilt wracked her mind about the way she behaved with Derek, the level of comfort she felt with her friend. It had lulled her away from what was important—Jared, her husband. Yes, he was dead, but in a couple of weeks, she’d be able to see him again, hold him again. Her heart skipped in her chest at the thought. She allowed herself to become distracted, to stop practicing the things she needed in order to hold her husband again. She gave herself permission to be happy, and that had
