Love Row

Love was our weapon; too bad it couldn't save us.

I never pictured myself wandering our abandoned town with my husband, striving for another day, let alone with Him, too. He's haunted, lost. The moment he walked into our lives, I made a promise to never let him go and now I can't. I won't. They say things happen in threes. Sickness, evil, death. We thought we'd beat it all—we thought wrong.