It was like seeing a ghost.<br/><br/>When my late husband’s twin brother moves back to our small town, I want to avoid him. Everything about Wes reminds me of the man I lost and the life we’d planned together, and after eighteen long months struggling just to get out of bed, I’m finally doing okay. I have a new job, an amazing support group, and a beautiful five-year-old daughter to parent. I don’t want to go backward.<br/><br/>But I’m drawn to him, too. He understands my grief and anger and guilt like no one else—and I understand his. Before long, that understanding becomes desire, and that desire becomes uncontrollable.<br/><br/>He says he doesn't care what people think, and love can never be wrong. But life has taught me its cruelest lesson--love doesn't always win.<br/><br/>If only my heart would believe it.