My husband died on our wedding day.
Fell off a cliff while my best friend Luke watched.
I plummeted into a world of nightmares, a hurricane of my in-laws' demands for his grandmother's ring and other things that didn't belong to them.
A deep and murky pool threatened to drown me in memories of my mother, who died when I was a teenager.
Since then my sister Phoebe had mothered me, and her continued control of my life drove a wedge between us.
My still-grieving father dissipated even further in.
