Laura stood next to her husband’s grave as they lowered the casket. It was something she wasn’t prepared for, at least, not financially.
She dabbed at her eyes with his favorite white handkerchief. She knew everyone thought they were the perfect couple with plenty of money. It was an image she had worked hard to maintain as he grew sicker each day for the last six months.
Despite it all, she trusted him to make sure his affairs were in order. He didn’t and she had two days to find a new home. She paused, then spit at the coffin.