Erinn Hayes

You fucking disappeared three months before our wedding.

Matt's face was splotchy the way it got when he was really upset.

A cute kid who looked to be around four peeked out from behind his thigh.

He looked just like a mini Matt with the same sleepy blue eyes and wavy hair.

He stuck his fingers in his mouth and looked up at me as he sucked.

And I had to admit...

It being almost a full day since my last food pellet, they looked pretty tasty.

Matt ran his fingers through his hair the way he always did when he was overwhelmed.

We had a celebration of life ceremony for you last year.

I unveiled a headstone.

You're legally dead.

A blonde woman walked up beside him.

She had kind eyes and underdeveloped delts.

Oh my God, she murmured, staring.

It's her.

She squeezed Matt's hand, pulling him in close.

It was at that point that I noticed she was wearing an old apron I'd bought Matt as a joke in Key West.

It said, may I suggest the sausage, with the cartoon hand pointing downward.

As annoyed as I was that Matt had chosen a blonde woman for his wife, it was actually pretty funny for a lady to wear it.

Maybe this blonde chick was cool.