Nancy stood there, her eyes fixed on the last remnants of her husband Patrick’s funeral service. It all felt so surreal; she simply couldn’t fathom that he was gone. A tragic car accident had snatched him away from her, and though a week had passed, his presence still lingered in the air around her. How could he have left her like this?
With a heart weighed down by grief, she slowly made her way towards the cemetery’s exit. She knew she had to somehow muster the strength to figure out the rest of her life, a life that now seemed so empty and daunting without Patrick.
Out of nowhere, an older woman, clutching a crying baby in her arms, stepped into her path, blocking her way.
“Are you Nancy?” the woman inquired, her voice soft yet tinged with an edge of urgency as the baby wailed on.
Nancy scanned the woman’s face, but there was not a glimmer of recognition. Who on earth was she?
“I am. And you are?” Nancy responded, her tone guarded.