Pulling Her Back From Your Grave

Synopsis

As his life slipped away, my husband clutched my hand, tears streaming down his face. "I've failed you so much in this life," he whispered. "Let me make it up to you in the next." My eyes burned. After forty years of marriage, he'd finally said the words I'd waited decades to hear. Then came the next sentence—the one that froze my blood. "The truth is, that day I went to the water to die with her. We'd promised each other we'd go together. But your sister showed up out of nowhere, dragged me back to shore, and ruined it all." He said it so casually, like he was talking about someone else's life. My sister drowned trying to save him. Out of gratitude—for the life he owed her—I married him and devoted forty years to a man who never loved me. In the end, it was all a cruel joke. When I opened my eyes again, I was forty years younger. This time, when my sister lunged to save him, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Cecilia," I said, "let him go. It's his choice."