The Hail You Say (Hail Raisers Book 5)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  In my shirts, on my jackets. On my pillowcases.

  God, she hadn’t even stayed the night at this place, and her hair was on my sheets.

  I reached up blindly and flushed the toilet with the hand that wasn’t clutching my dead wife’s strand of hair, then sat back until I was on my butt.

  Obviously, today wasn’t going to be the day that I got my act together.

  Hell, that day might never come.

  I love you, Dante.