My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

hidden behind their faces.

I passed a store window and caught my reflection.

For a second, I saw the woman from the rain.

Soaked black dress.

Mud on her hands.

Wedding album clutched to her chest.

Then the reflection shifted.

I saw myself as I was now.

Still carrying grief.

Still wearing love.

Still standing.

The Whitmores had thought they were ending my story continue reading …