Divorcing my dead sister's husband

arriage ending in less than twenty-four hours. I traced the outline of the wedding band I'd worn since agreeing to mar

can d

t silent against the cold hardwood. The predawn light painted the room in shades of gr

Walker's text: *Are you going through with this? Sam needs stability.* I closed my eyes, rem

never be

ntions, couldn't understand that Sam didn't need stability he n

f the unease, I headed downstairs to start breakfast the same routine I

inst the wall. Looking down, I saw the scattered pieces

od at the top of the stairs,

softly. "That w

lders squared. "Do you k

od dripping from where a j

n replace her?" He followed me i

ng! You're not

g foot, letting his words wash over

outed. Something snapped inside me. "You won'

andage my foot. The crash from upstairs made my heart stop. I knew before I even reached the bedroom. My mother's photo lay shatt

it?" Sam stood

you get for k

have been driving. She'd still be here. Not you." His voice cracked. "Murderer.

"Pick up every piece right now!" His eyes

ed into my shoulder, sending me spr

ela?" Alex's face co

ith you?" Just a picture. As if the

than this," he said, pulling

lent, blood and tears mixing on the fl

ness that confused me. That confusion vanished when his

rget," he murmured.

ough and demanding. The familiar feeling of being

hands, catching him off guard. He fell ba

" I sat up, pulling m

ng between us, sharp and final. His fa

I jerked away. "I've ne