Maya

Three days.

Three days without the man I loved by my side. If the attack hadn’t happened, these would’ve been the first three days of us as a married couple. Three days since our vows. The first three days of our eternity together. But reality had other plans.

Instead, today marked three days of an unbridgeable distance—six feet of separation that felt like a chasm too vast to cross.

Six feet had never felt so far. It was a cruel irony how those six feet ...