The Long Goodbye

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The morning after our sixth wedding anniversary, a December blizzard turned Chicago into an icebox.

My husband, Liam Bennett, said he was running to Dunkin’ to get my favorite Boston Cream donut.

In his rush, he left his iPhone on the marble island in the kitchen.

The screen lit up. A notification floated to the surface: "My Sweet Sophie: Voice Message."

I shouldn't have tapped it.

But six years of marriage gave me a sinking feeling in my gut―that urge where you know you shouldn't look,