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After the sudden loss of her daughter, Shay struggles to cope until her husband's cold urge to erase the past leads her to a hidden truth. Grief turns into betrayal, and Shay must decide what she's willing to give up... and what she must hold on to forever.
The sound of the earth falling onto the coffin was muffled, but each dull thud sounded like a blow to my chest.
I wobbled, barely keeping my balance. If Linda's hand hadn't held my arm firmly, tightly, and warmly, I might have collapsed there, on the sodden cemetery floor.
The priest's voice mingled with the sound of the wind. People came and went, faces I hadn't seen in years, hugs I barely felt. All I could see was the coffin.
All I could think was: Emily is in there.
My little girl. Eighteen. Just eighteen years old.
She had plans. The university brochures were still on his desk, their corners dog-eared, notes in the margins. A table listing the pros and cons glowed dimly on her laptop screen, the day before we lost her.
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