Don't they say that you should mourn for a year? If I go hiking with Drew, it may rekindle our friendship, but what if I feel something more?

You already do, my mind whispers in my husband's voice. You're betraying me. 

Pressing my palms against my forehead, I banish those thoughts. No! You won't rule me from the grave.

"I'd love to go hiking," I say to Drew after a long pause, "but we'll have to start off gently until I can regain my strength."