So weird, this image of me reflected back from the mirror. Three days ago, I'd worn white. Smiled, laughed, danced. Married a sweet, caring man who loved me with all his heart and never once asked anything of me but to be my husband.

To be my life.

And I said yes. I do. Accepted all he had to offer.

Selfish. Heartless. Put him in the line of fire.

And now, I sat in the same spot, with the same dazed look on my face. Only this dress was black.

I'd ...