My wife, 41, passed a month ago. Yesterday, her phone pinged with a hotel charge made minutes earlier. A text read, “I’m at the hotel, babe.” Driving there, a man called, saying, “Where are you, love?” I shouted, asking who he was. He thought it was Sam’s phone, but my wife was Emily. A 24-year-old hacker had stolen her info. The police fixed it, but for a moment, I thought she was alive.
I’ll never forget the moment my fiancé proposed. The candlelit dinner, the trembling voice… and then the ring. An elaborate silver band with Celtic knots and a strange purple gem. My smile froze.For weeks, I tried to love it. But every time someone complimented “that unique ring,” I died a little inside. Then came the…
