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[email protected] ~*~ Tuesday, March 12, 4:30 p.m.Bluebird Cottage, Pajaro Bay Widow.The word echoed all around her in the empty little cottage. Kim Bishop took off the black wool blazer she'd worn for the funeral and carefully laid it over one of the kitchen chairs. Bryce's toolbox sat on the floor in the corner, still open where he'd last left it.Kim went over and picked up his hammer.She was a 27-year-old widow with a broken-down house, a big insurance settlement, and everything she needed to live a wonderful life.Except the man who had been her best friend, her confidant, her one true love.Kim threw the hammer at the wall. It bounced off the plaster, leaving a beautifully symmetrical hole behind.The tears came then.She went over and picked up the hammer.
