"If you wanted to die… why didn’t you take me with you?" her breath hitched. "We could have gone together."

Her sobs broke free, raw and unrestrained. Grief tore through her, a storm raging in her chest. The sorrow was unbearable, crushing, suffocating. She pressed her hands over her heart, as if trying to hold herself together—trying to stop the pain from swallowing her whole.

But it was too late.

Losing Edward had shattered something deep inside her. And she wasn’t sure if she’d ...