My husband hurried to throw away our daughter’s belongings the day after her funeral – what I found in her room changed everything.

After the sudden loss of her daughter, Shay struggles to cope until her husband’s cold urge to erase the past leads her to a hidden truth. Grief turns to betrayal, and Shay must decide what she’s willing to let go of… and what she must hold onto forever.

The sound of earth falling onto the coffin was dull, but each thud felt like a blow to my chest.

I wobbled, barely keeping my balance. If Linda’s hand hadn’t been holding my arm firmly, warmly, I might have collapsed there on the sodden cemetery floor.

The priest’s voice mingled with the rustling of the wind. People came and went, faces I hadn’t seen in years, hugs I could barely feel. All I could see was the coffin.

All I could think about was: Emily’s in there.

My little girl. Eighteen. Just eighteen years old.

She had plans. The university brochures were still lying on his desk, dog-eared at the corners, notes scrawled along the edges. A table listing the pros and cons glowed dimly on her laptop screen, the day before we lost her.

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