This will be a story of mini chapters. It's just how it came to me... but it means it will be updated often - sometimes several times a day, or several chapters at once. That's the plan, anyway. This came to me in a dream and I woke up sobbing, so be warned for angst. I'm not entirely certain where it will go, but I do loves me some HEA, so keep hope alive.
Disclaimer: CH - the nicest lady on the planet - owns everything. I owe her so much!
Fog. My brain was filled with fog. Swallowed up, wrapped in cotton wool, pillowed in foggy disbelief. How was it possible? How could he be gone? My strong, virile, seemingly indestructible husband and beautiful Bill was gone. A stupid, stupid, stupid drunk drive broadsided his car when he came home after working really late one night from his job as a computer programmer and he was killed instantly. And now I'm a widow at the age of 28. How do I survive the rest of my life? Without his dark eyes and cool voice saying my name? Oh, my God.