CHAPTER 6
I FOUND A fresh notepad and curled up on the sofa. Where should I start? The blank page and stationary pen taunted me, and I threw them down on the coffee table.
Why could I never think of the right words?
Eyes closed, I leaned back into the cushions. My mind was a blank canvas, and as images of my husband played across it, the words I wanted to say to him rushed into my head. Hundreds of them, pages of hurt and sorrow.
I picked up the pad and pen and began to write….
February 22nd
Of all the ways I’d considered letting you know how I felt about you, this one never came to mind. The trouble is that you’re not here anymore, so I’m a bit limited on options. I suppose I could try a séance, but you’re probably too busy flirting with the angels and playing poker with the gods to
