New Love on the Wrong Road

Isaac Sanchez's dying wish was to be buried beside the girl he'd grown up loving, his first love. I waited on him for ten years. Carried his soup, brought his medicine, lived half my life like a widow at his bedside. And all it earned me was this: in his final moments, he gripped my hand and rasped out, barely a thread of breath left in him, "Stella... the hill behind the estate. Bury me... with Hilda. Together." Something in me went cold all the way through.