My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
Not me.
The family.
The lid came down, and the light disappeared.
PART 2 — The Woman on the Shoulder
At first I heard the van rather than felt it: a door shutting, the engine starting, tires moving over gravel.
Then the vibration reached the wood beneath my back.
I kept one hand near my stomach and the other against the inside of the lid.
I could not tell how it was fastened from where I lay.
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