I left them and went into the kitchen, finding Michael leaning over the counter and pouring himself another glass of whiskey. I don't say anything, I just go over to him and give him a hug. A very tight hug that he gives back. "I'll never be able to love another woman like I loved her. She was my entire life. I can't imagine a life without her. My Rosaline."

I swallowed, trying my hardest not to cry and be there for him. "I know. I know. She loved you just as much. You'll get through this with ...