My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
No longer asking permission.
“Put those down,” Arthur commanded.
“No.”
There was movement outside the rear doors.
Cold air reached the cargo space, and I heard Clara near the casket.
She freed the fastening at the lid before moving away.
I did not see the whole motion, but suddenly the resistance changed when I pushed.
“I am not letting you do this,” she shouted.
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