Peace. Blessed peace at last.
Jim and I had raised six children, were comfortably well off, and had absolutely nothing to say to each other. He had found a new love, and I blamed myself for not being what he needed, or wanted.
When my heart finally gives out, I almost welcome it. But I am in for a surprise when I arrive at the funeral home's morgue. A hooded figure offers me an avenue to seek revenge.
And I take it.
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