Emily’s Secret
Chapter One
Had
Emily Taylor known she was going to die that morning, perhaps she would have
told her husband the news she had been too stunned to tell before then. It
wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell Earl, it’s just that she could hardly
believe it herself. She had decided to wait awhile and let it all sink in, the
notion that a novel she had written was going to be published. The letter from
the publisher was so unexpected it didn’t seem quite real. She sent the
manuscript in on a lark, after all.
If she
had known she was going to die that morning it’s possible she would not have
spent any time weeding the flower beds, but there she was: she loved gardening.
It felt purposeful, pulling out weeds by the roots, checking under leaves for
bugs, spying the latest garter snake on the perimeter of the lawn.
