Sabrina has just lost her husband. Now she is trying to get her life back together. Through the help of four other people she had never met before her husband dies. They help her get back on track and all four influences each other in different ways.
Once we both graduated college, we got married. I had been dreaming of my wedding my whole life. Our wedding was in October so for the wedding I picked colors for fall. The ceremony itself flew by; then James and I went on our honeymoon to the Bahamas. After the honeymoon, we came back to NYC and continued our lives together at home. We raised 2 beautiful twin girls who were our lives.
Time passed by. Twenty years later, I remember going home from work one Tuesday afternoon I opened the door to our apartment. James wasn’t on the couch watching TV like he usually was. So I l put my purse on the couch and removed my jacket placing it on the couch too. I looked in the kitchen that was attached to our living room but James was not there. I called out “James” No response. I walked down the hall to the bedroom still no James. I closed the door to our room and walked to the bathroom that was across from our room. I flipped the light switch up so that light came on. I looked around not seeing anything, except the medicine cabinet was open. Then I looked down to find James sprawled out on the floor, not moving. I hurriedly knelt down beside him checking for a pulse. Nothing… I got up hurriedly, entered the hall I almost tripped over my own two feet, I gain balance and got to the couch, searching franticly through my purse for my Blackberry to call 911. Frustrated I finally got my phone dialed 911 and after what seemed like an eternity the paramedics were there. They tried to get James to respond. Again, nothing. They got James in the ambulance rushed him to hospital. I was by his side the whole time. Nothing changed at the hospital, still no response. Finally the doctor on staff pronounced James dead at 6 pm from a heart attack. I lost it.
I snapped back to reality when a young girl in her twenties with chocolate brown hair and blue eyes asked if she could sit down. I pushed those memories to the back of my mind focusing on what the girl was asking, as if at first she was speaking in a foreign language, then after the words were processed in my mind I smiled at the girl and nodded yes.
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