“Amidst a funeral suffused with white flowers and tears, Loretta Lynn stood silently outside the funeral home, only daring to look at where Conway Twitty rested one last time — not because she lacked the courage, but because that door had been closed in her face by her family for an unfinished love affair that was never named, leaving behind a legend of a duet and a “A heart stands still amidst the storm of prejudice, love, and things never spoken.”
Introduction The funeral was suffused with white flowers. They lined the entrance, crowded the sanctuary,...