The Widow Who Came Back to Bury Her Husband

On Connan's birthday, I woke up covered in blood with his gun in my hands... and my husband lying dead on the floor.

Everyone called me a murderer.

“I didn't kill my husband!” I begged. “I'd rather die than hurt him!”

No one believed me.

I spent thirteen years in prison, tortured every single day, while mourning the man I loved more than my own life.

Then the impossible happened.

Connan came back alive.

“Gissy,” he whispered as he held me. “I wasn't dead. I was in a coma. I'm so sorry. Come home with me.”

I thought my nightmare was finally over.

Until I overheard one conversation.