My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out

“They said it would make you calm down,” she whispered.

She looped the cord around my left ankle, over the edge of my shoe.

“Clara, stop.”

I tried to draw my leg back.

Another cramp caught me before I could move properly.

“It is to keep you steady,” David said, facing the window.

“The road is rough.”

That did not explain the cord.