Nancy looked at the final traces of her husband’s funeral service. She couldn’t believe Patrick was gone. He had died in a car accident. It had been a week, but she could still feel him around her. How could he be dead?With a heavy heart, she headed toward the cemetery’s exit, telling herself she had to start figuring out the rest of her life,
“Are you Nancy?” the woman asked while the baby in her arms cried. Nancy didn’t recognize her. Who was she? “I am. Who are you?” Nancy replied. “Only you can look after this child now,” she told Nancy. “Her mother can’t provide for her.”A shiver ran down Nancy’s spine. She stared at the baby and backed away.
