The night my husband died
“How do you use the panoramic feature on this new phone?” my friend Meg asks me as we admire the setting sun.
“Oh, I just took one last week. Let me show you,” I offer as I kick off my blue Sperry flip flops and walk over to the sand. Meg is my attractive next-door neighbor, a single mom who looks stylish in ripped jeans or librarian type glasses.Continue reading “Read CHAPTER 1 for FREE here:”