(AMARI'S POV)
"My husband is dead?!" The words burst out of me, but they didn't sound like mine.
"Please come to the Capital General Hospital and present your identification and proof of marriage."
Click.
The line had gone dead. The only sounds I could hear were the bacon grease still popping on the stove and my fast-beating heart.
"No," I whispered to myself. My small phone suddenly felt heavier, and I quickly dropped it so my hand could grip the table for support.
My eyes landed on the simple modest ring on my finger. Luc had slipped it on before pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. Just yesterday.
And today, he is dead.
No.
No, this was wrong. He'd kissed me goodbye yesterday at the front door. He said he would be back on Saturday.
"No," I whispered again, feeling lightheaded.
"Ari? Are you okay?" My younger brother Tyron's voice pulled me back to the kitchen where I was supposed to be making lunch.
