My husband died on a rainy Thursday, and everyone said it was a tragic accident. I tried to believe that until his boss called and told me Liam had left something behind with my name on it.
My husband, Liam, died on a rainy Thursday night.
That was the sentence everyone used, so I used it too. It was clean. Simple. It did not say what the sentence really meant, which was that one wet curve outside town split my life in half.
The police said he lost control of the car. The road was slick. His tires were worn. There were no witnesses.
They called it an accident.
