I have a confession to make. A confession that may surprise you. Maybe not. I feared losing my husband. Not just the we'll grow old and he'd die first fear. This was a gripping fear. The 'why isn't he answering his cell phone' kind. He must surly have been in an accident. The 'why does he have to go to North Carolina again. The plane could crash' kind. The 'he's napping in the chair so…
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