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Never a bridesmaid, always a bride.

I let my hand drop to my side and heard a thump as the .38 hit the floor. That sure was loud for such a small pistol, I thought. Ok, I must have been in shock, because that had to be the most ludicrous thing I could be thinking just then. How could I be so calm, otherwise? There were plenty of other things I should be worrying about besides how much noise a gun hitting the floor made. Like maybe I should be concerned about how much noise there was when I took those four shots in the cramped ...

'If only I hadn’t sent him for the butter.' Emma sat beside where he lay, holding his hand and staring intently at his face, as if she were trying to memorize every line. His face held a look of peace, conveying a calmness she had struggled to obtain for many years. She had expected his hand to be cold, but whether the temperature of the room had cooled her own hands or she was just too numb for it to register, his hand just felt like…him. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the lines of his...