Five years ago, my life was tragically upended when my wife and unborn son were killed by a drunk driver. People often quote that as the years move on, so will my grief.
It hasn't.
Every breath I take without Jorgie feels like I'm betraying her, so shouldn't even a second without her on my mind make it hard for me to breathe?
For the past five years, that's exactly how I felt. . . until I glanced into a pair of pretty green eyes clouded with mistrust. For the quickest moment, she made me wish I could be the man I was before I lost everything. To know what it felt like to breathe without the heaviness on my chest. To smile without guilt. I would have given anything to become the man I once was just for the chance to ease the pain in pretty stranger's eyes, and for her to see the man I was before I was broken.
My wife's favorite saying was that you can't fight fate, however, fate only brings people together, your heart chooses who gets to stay. But can a man without a heart help a stranger heal hers? Or will my grief break her more? I guess only time will tell.