Our Marriage Died In The Crash

Summary

Five years of marriage, and Gilbert spent nearly half of it at the apartment across the river.

He always said that because his older brother, Henry, had died young, leaving his widow, Isla, entirely alone in the world, he had to shoulder the burden of caring for both of us. It was a matter of family honor, he’d insist—the Harrison way of showing loyalty and duty.

And back then, god help me, I actually believed him.

To keep up the appearance of this noble, selfless family duty, I quietly endured his absence on holidays.