Husbands & Lovers

by Beatriz Williams

“Men fall over themselves for a beautiful woman, women fall over themselves for a rich man. So who’s the more greedy? At least money is useful. And it doesn’t fade with time.”

“I can’t bring you back to life, Hannah,” he said. “You can choose to live again, or not. But I can make you remember what it was like to be alive.”

Love hadn’t seemed like the right word, the right idea. You loved your parents, you loved your dog, you loved the sun on your shoulders, you loved the taste of chocolate and the smell of rain. This was something else. A sense of sacrament.