My husband stood beside my empty casket and thanked everyone for praying for our unborn son. He didn’t know I was watching the memorial from a locked hospital room—or that the retired smokejumper who pulled me from our burning cabin had just shown me proof that the fire was planned. Then my husband’s mistress stepped to the microphone and announced they would run my company together. I stopped waiting.
He also contacted the insurance company, but no payment could occur without a legal finding of death. Grant had not become rich. Not yet. Nathan returned to Cedar Ridge with investigators after firefighters contained...