The Good Widow

by Liz Fenton

I am a perfect oxymoron—in absolute paradise but also in utter hell.

“And then something will happen; you’ll come across a pair of their jeans or something that reminds you of them, and their death crushes you all over again.”

fear only lives where you let it.

I realize this may not have been the best decision—marrying someone whose middle name I’d learned the day before he proposed. (It’s Julian.) That it may have led me here, chasing his cheating ghost along the Maui coast. But if he’d asked me a million more times, the answer would always have been yes for me.