The next day, they recovered her body. Instead of a honeymoon, there was a funeral. Black dresses. Sympathy casseroles. People saying, “She knew you loved her,” with that soft certainty people use when they have nothing meaningful left to offer.
The rescue crew was still searching when we got there.
And through all of it, one thought refused to leave me alone.
Claire had been trying to tell me something.”…continue reading…
