Martina McBride’s “Heartaches by the Number”: Counting the Cost of Love Lost
The phone sat silent on the kitchen counter, though she had stared at it for...
The phone sat silent on the kitchen counter, though she had stared at it for...
The sun had set hours ago, but the old house was still lit by the...
She sat at the kitchen table, staring at the ring on her finger. It sparkled...
She found his jacket still hanging by the door, the faint smell of his cologne...
She saw him across the room, and for a split second, it was as if...
She stood at the window, watching the man she had loved for decades mow the...
The snow had begun to fall just as the church bells rang out, their sound...
Every morning before the sun even broke the horizon, he was already gone. His boots...
The fight wasn’t loud. No screaming, no doors slamming—just silence. That was the part that...
She stood in the kitchen staring at the coffee cup he’d left behind, the silence...