Grin And Bear It

Question:

How am I, a smart, confident — and did I mention, innocent? — woman supposed to react when smack-dab in the middle of my messy divorce the single-engine plane of my soon-to-be ex-husband crashes into the mountains of Montana's Bitterroot National Forest and I become the prime suspect in his disappearance?*

*Did I also forget to mention that there was no body? (There is a very strong possibility it has been dragged away by bears. Yes, bears.)

Answer:

Grin and bear it — like I've done most of my adult life — only now, I've decided, I'm going to be the one asking the important questions (see above) and not taking any answers at face value...