Georgia was at the beach with her grandkids when they suddenly pointed toward a nearby café. Her heart skipped a beat as they shouted, “Grandma, look—that’s our mom and dad!”
Inside the café sat a couple who looked strikingly like Monica and Stephen—the daughter and son-in-law Georgia had buried two years earlier after a tragic car crash. What followed would unravel everything she thought she knew.
Grief is a fog. Some days, it’s a dull ache; other days, it knocks the breath out of you. For two years, Georgia had tried to create a life of quiet stability for her grandsons, Andy and Peter, holding their
