No one tells you how it's supposed to be in the aftermath. People offer their condolences, but no one says how to heal after he's gone. They have no idea what it's like to try living with half of yourself missing. I just want my husband back. But death has a savage finality.

Alcohol became my crutch in an effort to forget. That quickly got out of control. I nearly lost my job and the house. Liam would've disapproved of my choices, but he's not here. My plan to grow old with him is destroyed.

Then, along came Max ...in a big box ...ready to be programmed. No strings attached, but on the condition that I stop drinking.

Turns out it's surprisingly easy to give up rum when you have your very own personal sex android.

***For mature readers 18+. CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MILD VIOLENCE, AND EXPLICIT CONTENT.