Second Shot - Discreet

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Five years ago my life was tragically upended when my wife and unborn son were killed by a drunk driver. People often quote that as the years move on so will my grief.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It hasn't.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Every breath I take without Jorgie feels like I'm betraying her so shouldn't even a second without her on my mind make it hard for me to breathe?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>For the past five years that's exactly how I felt. . . until I glanced into a pair of pretty green eyes clouded with mistrust. For the quickest moment she made me wish I could be the man I was before I lost everything. To know what it felt like to breathe without the heaviness on my chest. To smile without guilt. I would have given anything to become the man I once was just for the chance to ease the pain in pretty stranger's eyes and for her to see the man I was before I was broken.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My wife's favorite saying was that you can't fight fate however fate only brings people together your heart chooses who gets to stay. But can a man without a heart help a stranger heal hers? Or will my grief break her more? I guess only time will tell.</span></p>