"Excuse me," a feminine voice said from behind me as I scooped a spoonful of casserole.

"Yes? May I help you?" I asked, turning to see a pretty, young woman with stunning features standing near. I knew that I would have remembered her if I had ever seen her before.

"I'm sorry for your loss," the young woman said with kind eyes. At least they weren't filled with pity.

"Thank you," I replied, placing the large metal spoon back into the casserole dish. "How did you ...