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cheerleading into enough scholarship money to attend the University of
    Kentucky where she had spurned the attention of any man who couldn’t guarantee her the life she wanted.
    Richard Habersham had been a law student when Octavia had met him. With a family pedigree and preppy
    good looks, he’d fit her bill nicely. They were married the day after he graduated law school. (Only Linda
    knew that Octavia had secured wedding insurance in case Richard hadn’t received his diploma as planned.)
    When Octavia had walked down the aisle, she’d never looked back.
    By that time, Linda had dropped out of college. Her own wedding had taken place in front of the justice
    of the peace, and when she should have been graduating, she was juggling a toddler and learning how to
    coupon. The distance and the differences in their lives had driven a wedge between the sisters that had
    grown into a chasm over the years, especially since their mother was gone and their father had…spiraled
    out of control.
    Linda sighed. She supposed she would have to get word to Nelson Guy sooner or later that his younger
    daughter was now a widow. She wasn’t sure if he received the Lexington Herald-Leader at his current
    address of the Federal Correctional Institute in Manchester.
    And the universe kept piling on.
    Her limbs felt so heavy, she had to push herself to her feet. She felt a wall of grief bearing down on her,
    knew it would crash over her at some unexpected moment. She only hoped she’d have the strength to
    withstand the blow when it came. She’d done her part to keep the tsunami at bay — she’d opted for the
    lumpy futon in the extra room instead of sleeping alone in her and Sullivan’s bed. She’d chosen not to bury
    her nose in the shirt he’d left hanging over the chair. She’d purposely not called his cell phone just to hear
    his recorded voice message. Her heart was like a plate glass window, utterly shattered, but hanging together
    by a thin covering.
    Octavia’s check lay on the bureau, made out in her sister’s beautiful, curvy handwriting, the zeroes nice
    and round. The idea of having an extra ten thousand dollars lying around in a checking account was
    stunning to Linda. Next to the check was a framed photo of Sullivan in his police uniform. He seemed to be
    challenging her, telling her to thumb her nose at her sister’s money, that she had everything she needed.
    Except she didn’t. She’d gone along with Sullivan’s whim to change jobs, had trusted him to take care
    of them and now not only was she deeply in debt, but she didn’t have Sullivan, either. And just this
    morning she’d gotten news from her insurance agent that Sullivan’s life insurance policy, whose premium
    hadn’t been paid in four months, would not be honored.
    “You didn’t leave me any choice,” she murmured. “And now I have to go bury you.”
    She picked up the check, then gathered papers and other items she needed to take to the funeral parlor,
    shoving everything into a bag. She walked through the hallway, and stopped at Jarrod’s door. She knocked,
    then waited a few seconds before pushing it open.
    He was sitting on his bed, dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, tie, and his UK jacket.
    She walked in and sat next to him, gathering him in a hug. “This is going to be the worst day of our
    lives,” she said. “But we’ll get through it, okay?”
    He nodded against her neck. Still no tears.
    “I need to go to the funeral home early to take care of some things. Will you ride with Aunt Octavia and
    Uncle Richard and keep an eye on Maggie for me?”
    He nodded again.
    “Okay, I’ll see you there.”
    He hugged her tight and she let him hang on as long as he wanted to, but eventually he loosened his
    grip. “I’ll take care of Maggie, and you, too.”
    Her heart twisted. “I know you will…you are your father’s son.”
    She gave him a kiss, then went to see how Octavia was faring with Maggie.
    Not well, from the looks of the