At least, that was what I thought.
Nothing about my wife’s life made sense with this man.
Emily had been a pediatric nurse.
She volunteered at church.
She drove a silver minivan and packed snacks for every school event.
Her idea of breaking the rules was ordering dessert before dinner.
But this biker grieved her like he had lost someone irreplaceable.
Sometimes, from my car, I saw his shoulders shake.
