sorry. I truly am. But I don’t believe James could have survived.”
No body was ever recovered.
Eventually, the official paperwork arrived.
Presumed dead.
Two words.
That was all I received after losing my husband.
Presumed.
Not confirmed.
Presumed.
It left the smallest opening for hope, and that tiny opening haunted me for decades.
I never remarried.
There were opportunities.
Kind men.
Good men.
My mother encouraged me to move forward while she was still alive.
Friends did too.
But some stubborn piece of my heart remained on that train
