Ethan sat on the edge of the deck, strumming his guitar in the mist that blanketed the hayfield. He’d debated during Emily’s service whether to say anything or let their secrets die with her. They’d only been dating a year, but he couldn’t imagine life without her. Now life was granting him his wish and playing a cruel trick on him. As he fingered the strings, he decided; no one needed to know Emily had miscarried their child, and he was dying too. As the song finished, he knew he’d meet Emily and their baby again, sooner than he’d imagined.
The Last Song