Loving the guesses on who hubby is...but no one has it yet!
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I made my apologies once again, earning me a small nod from her, but no words.
As I led Sam away, I felt like I was leaving a piece of me behind.
It was with confusion that I walked into my bungalow, stripped and climbed into the shower.
The vision of her would not leave my mind.
As I soaped my body, I discovered I'd grown hard.
This had not happened to me in over a year.
Not since I'd lost my wife.
A faulty elevator in our ritzy high rise condo in the city had plummeted her to her death.
The management of the building had paid generously for her demise.
As sole beneficiary to her estate, I would never want for anything again, the lawyers had said.
I guess that was true if material things actually mattered to me.
Losing her had shown me that things were overrated.
That materialism did not trump love.
I'd thought she was the love of my life.
But in my twenty-eight years, I had never had such a visceral reaction to her as I'd had to Sam's victim today.