A millionaire bu/rie/d his wife. He was returning from the cemetery. By the gate sat an old woman. He gave her money. She took it, looked at him, and quietly asked, “And what will you say to your daughter?” He froze. He had no daughter…
Rain began falling the moment the coffin was lowered into the soil. It felt as if the sky itself had chosen to mourn Erin Miles, the woman Gregory Miles had loved for nearly three decades. Or the woma…