After My Daughter's Murder, I Uncovered Her Husband's Secret

At my daughter's grave on Memorial Day, my son-in-law suddenly asked me:

"Mom, do you know where Sunny lives? Before Julia Chavez died, she always said Sunny was her savior. I'd like to go visit her."

My hand, mid-reach into the burning pile of paper offerings, went rigid.

Because Sunny was the nickname I'd given my daughter when she was little.

Once she was old enough to have opinions, she decided the name was embarrassing and told me to stop using it.

There was no way she would have told her husband that Sunny was her savior.