My Husband and My Mother Poisoned Us and Put Us in the Ground. They Forgot One Thing: I Woke Up First
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“Ma’am?
Can you still hear me?” The dispatcher’s voice broke into digital fragments.
And then, above us, through feet of earth, came a sound that stopped my heart — a heavy, wet thud landing on the lid, and then another.
Not rescue.
The opposite of rescue.
Someone was piling more dirt onto our grave.
“They’re burying us deeper,” I said into the dying phone.
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