In the aftermath of tragedy, it's strange what you remember.
The deafening boom as the house exploded.
The paralyzing fear as I searched for my wife.
The smoke blinding me as I carried her out.
But the woman in my arms was not my wife.
Bree and Eason survive the fire that takes their partners - but neither of them are truly living after that fateful night. As a single dad with nowhere to turn, Eason moves in with Bree despi... >Voir plus
In the wake of tragedy, it’s easy to withdraw into yourself. After all, you can’t fathom how anyone else could adequately understand the misery you’re going through.