The Widow

My husband was not a monster. No matter what they say...The day my husband, Michael, stepped in front of a lorry after being questioned by the police, my world fell apart. He was devoted to me and ...

My husband was not a monster. No matter what they say...The day my husband, Michael, stepped in front of a lorry after being questioned by the police, my world fell apart. He was devoted to me and our six-year-old daughter. But they''d connected him to the disappearance of a young mother from our tiny village.Now I stand at Michael''s funeral, clutching my little girl''s hand, with tears in my eyes as I insist to all our friends that he died an innocent man. Yet the questions have started, and nothing I say will stop them digging for the truth.But none of them can read the secrets in my heart,