It was the fifth year of my marriage to Ethan when his private jet crashed.
His twin brother Elias brought me a charred wedding ring, his voice deep and somber. “Sister-in-law… my brother is gone.”
I was overwhelmed with inconsolable grief, on the verge of ending my own life countless times to follow him. Yet I eventually discovered a horrifying truth: the person who perished in the crash was not him at all.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turned around and gave my answer firmly.
“I will marry Owen in ten days.”
