She had cried hard the day Tony died as she’d cradled him in her arms on the cold tiled floor. She hadn’t shed a single tear since. Not at the funeral. Not when she’d handed in her notice and told her boss she was leaving the job she loved. Not even when she’d handed over the keys to the Realtor and walked out of the home she’d shared with Tony for the last time without so much as a backward glance.
