Two years after her husband’s death, Barbara finally faces the daunting task of sorting through his garage. Among old memories, she uncovers a hidden safe, and a life-changing secret. As she pieces together her husband’s past, Barbara must decide if she’s ready to open her heart to the unexpected.
Grief is a strange, unwelcome houseguest. It barges in, settles itself on your chest, and refuses to leave.
For two years, grief had kept me from the garage, the last untouched monument to my husband, Mark.
Sixteen years together, sixteen years of laughter, arguments, adventures, and quiet moments.
Sixteen years without children because I couldn’t have them.
Adoption had been a whispered dream, but life always seemed to find ways to postpone it.
“Don’t worry, love,” Mark would say, usually massaging my feet or holding onto my hand tightly. “It will happen for us. We will be parents, one way or another.”
