Chapter 7

"If this is my memorial, why wasn’t I invited?"

Grant looked surprised for less than a second.

Then he raised one hand to quiet the room.

"Give my wife space."

He crossed the chapel without hurrying. Before I could move, he wrapped his jacket around my shoulders and pulled me into a careful embrace. The sleeve covered my hospital bracelet. Dark wool hid the needle marks and the blood spreading beneath my borrowed dress.

"Stand still," he murmured against my hair.

"Let me get you out before you make this worse."

He faced the cameras without releasing me.

"I refused…