"Anthony's been married six whole years, and that girl is still drowning in grief over his death. She's thirty now and hasn't married anyone."
"I heard she finally agreed to a blind date a while back. Guess she's ready to let go."
"I'm just saying, what Anthony pulled was brutal. Back then, the only reason he sped onto that overpass was because Victoria sent him an explicit photo and he lost his mind. But he let Nora believe he'd been rushing to celebrate her birthday."
"She tried to kill herself more than once because of the guilt."
"Well, at least she agreed to the blind date. She'll probably be married soon enough."
"Keep it down. Don't let Anthony hear..."
They rounded the corner and met my eyes. Every voice died at once.
John Dickerson, Anthony's oldest friend, couldn't hold my gaze.
"Nora, what are you doing here..."
From inside the apartment came a voice I knew better than my own heartbeat.
"Babe, are John and the guys here yet?"
That familiar voice punched through me. My breath seized. My heart nearly stopped.
I spun around. Anthony Henson stood there, holding a bouquet of neatly trimmed flowers, whole and alive and untouched by death.