My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
She used the scissors I handed her to cut the tape.
Inside were the folded things I had chosen to keep: my plates from before the wedding, clothes that belonged to me, and the baby things I still needed.
The objects had been collected through arrangements made with the people authorized to release them.
I had not gone alone to the old house to prove I was no longer afraid.
One small yellow cardigan lay near the top.
Clara held it up.