Rebecca woke to an unfamiliar emptiness, the silvery pre-dawn light filtering through lace curtains and painting pale shadows on the bedroom walls. For a long moment, her hand hovered over the familiar wedding portrait on her dresser—Antonio’s face smiling decades ago from a happier time— of Val and Alecia too, she lifted it and stared at the glass. The room was cold, still. Her body felt foreign in the heavy sheets. She sat slowly on the edge of the bed, breathing shallowly, the weight ...