My name is Sienna, and I was 43 when my life split into two versions of itself: the one before my husband died, and the one after.
Two years ago, I lost my husband, Kai, to a heart attack so sudden it felt unreal. He was forty-two. Healthy. The kind of man who woke up before sunrise to run five miles, …
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