Paula Cappa
The funeral for my murdered husband was lush with flowers dripping the coffin, the vicar’s prayers softly falling, and the kindest of whispers from my friends who didn't know the truth. No one could see my Noah standing behind me, hands thrust tight around my throat, dragging me to his grave.
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