Linda might have expected comfort. Or at least silence. Instead Gloria burst into the room furious, accusing, and crueler than ever. She blamed Linda for Daniel’s death. Said if Linda had not gone on that trip, Daniel would still be alive. Said she was not a real woman, not a real wife, and never would be. Then she told her she was no longer welcome in the family.
Linda lay there too stunned even to defend herself. When Gloria left, the last living piece of hope inside her went with her.
After the hospital discharged her, Linda had nowhere to go emotionally and almost nowhere to go physically. Her parents had passed away years earlier. Daniel’s family wanted nothing to do with her. She rented the smallest apartment she could afford, put her remaining belongings in storage, and survived one day at a time.
Months passed. Then years.
She moved through the world like a ghost.
The thing that changed her life did not look dramatic at first. One afternoon, while walking down the street barely paying attention to anything, she saw a wallet fall from a man’s pocket. She could have kept walking. She almost did. But something made her stop. She picked it up and called after him.