Page 1 of Someone to Remember
Prologue
Ayear has passed since we last caught up with our Wild Widows—and it’s been a busy year, indeed. While Iris and Gage planned a Thanksgiving weekend wedding, Roni and Derek moved into their new house and decided to push their wedding to next summer to give them more time to plan their big day and get settled in their new home. Wynter and Adrian eloped on April Fool’s Day and had a party to celebrate with all their closest friends.
Angela’s third child, born three weeks after Dylan Connolly, and who wasn’t named in SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME, is introduced in this new book.
Lexi and Tom have been enjoying their relationship as well as his return to full health and have begun making some plans for the future. Many of the other Wild Widows have been making their own plans.
As always a reminder that the timeline of this series is way ahead of the First Family, which is why Angela and Roni are just now having their babies in that series. Bear with me on the timing. I have to move the Widows ahead at bigger leaps to ensure they’re ready for their new beginnings.
Now that we’re all caught up on the latest news, here’s SOMEONE TO REMEMBER…
“But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do
determined to save
the only life you could save.”
—Mary Oliver
One
Taylor
From the second I got the call from Will’s foreman telling me there was an accident on the job site and Will was taken by ambulance to Inova Fairfax Hospital, I’m locked in an unimaginable nightmare. My brain nearly stops functioning. The one thought that registers in the chaos is that if they’re taking him to Inova, that means he’s hurt badly, or they would’ve gone somewhere closer to where he was working.
I must’ve texted my neighbor to come stay with the kids, but I don’t recall doing that. One minute, Kate wasn’t there, and the next, she was. She summoned an Uber for me and told the driver to hurry, to get me to my husband at the Inova ER as quickly as possible.
Will was working an overnight shift supervising workers on a building that’s way behind schedule, so they made the decision to go to twenty-four-hour shifts to catch up.
Thank God my kids are already asleep and won’t know anything about this until the morning.
On the way to Inova, I think about the people I should notify. His parents and mine, siblings, friends. But I don’t tellanyone yet because fear grips every part of me and has made it so I can’t move or think or do anything other than pray. I’m sick to my stomach with dread, déjà vu and disbelief.
Will promised he’d never leave me or my kids. He’s been our port in the storm as we learned to live without Greg, my first husband and my children’s father, who died at twenty-nine from brain cancer seven years ago when I was just twenty-seven.
The driver gets me there quickly, but I’m so not ready to face whatever is waiting for me inside. When he pulls up to the emergency entrance, he turns toward the back seat. “I hope everything is okay.”
