A promise to my husband
Sitting alone on the curb, I gently placed a hand on my stomach, feeling as if I were making a promise to my late husband. “I’ll take care of things,” I whispered, my voice filled with determination. It was time to handle things my way, without her interference. I had done it before, and I could do it again. My husband would want me to keep moving forward, no matter the challenges.
A Promise To My Husband
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Checking into a motel
With just a small amount of money in my pocket, I found a nearby motel. The room was old and worn, but it would do—it was better than being outside. As I lay on the bed, my thoughts wandered to my husband. I missed him deeply, and his memory felt like the only thing keeping me strong, focused on what needed to be done.
Checking Into A Motel
