ISABELLA

It wasn't a dream.

The day Richard was buried, it rained. I stood without an umbrella as I watched his body being lowered to the ground. The rain landed on my body like pins, pricking my skin, and it stung. I could feel the cold entering my bones, but I didn't move, didn't blink, didn't say a word as his mother sobbed as the grave was being covered.

It was all real. The cold I could feel was a wake up call that screamed at my face that this was all real.

It wasn't a nightmare where I would wake up from, and everything would be back to normal....