What it is about
After my husband Damien Carter died in the line of duty, I visited his grave every weekend.
Five years later, on another weekend, I was in a car accident on my way to the cemetery.
When I woke up, my best friend Gwen Mitchell tried to comfort me. “He’s been gone for so many years now. You need to move on and live your own life.”
I nodded and agreed, deciding to take a job in the UK.
Before heading to the airport, I decided on impulse to say goodbye to my husband at the cemetery.
His headstone was gone.
I pulled up the cemetery’s security footage from three days earlier.
