“She didn’t ask for this.”
Claire tucked the check into her folder. “Evie would say Thursdays are a decent start.”
That evening, I visited Evie’s grave with the printed message in my pocket.
I tore it into pieces, then closed my fist around them.
“I won’t leave my shame here,” I said. “You carried enough.”
I had married Evie because I wanted her life.
