My Husband and My Mother Poisoned Us and Put Us in the Ground. They Forgot One Thing: I Woke Up First
Most of it is gone, dissolved into the fog that the failing air pulled over my mind.
But I remember choosing, deliberately, not to say goodbye.
There was a moment — I will admit this, because it is true — when a part of me understood that we might not be found in time, and that part wanted, desperately, to spend our last minutes telling my sons how loved they were, how completely, how they had been the whole meaning of my life.
And I did not do it.
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