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

A middle-aged man in a gray uniform leaned out of the cab.

“Everything all right?”

“Please call for help,” I said.

“I’m pregnant.

They put me in that coffin.”

I pointed toward the open van.

David raised both hands.

“She is disoriented.