My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
I tried to push once and met resistance.
There was no explanation that made this medical transport.
I knew that even while part of me waited for David to lift the lid and say they had made a terrible mistake.
Voices came through the partition, blurred by the engine.
“She is going to run,” Arthur said.
“She cannot with the cord,” David answered.
I could not see them.
I would later tell the detective what I had heard without pretending I saw who held what in the dark.