My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
“Sarah, tell them about the tire.”
“Stay there, sir.”
The deputies separated us so I could answer without my husband speaking over me.
Deputy Miller spoke to Clara near the front of the van.
She handed over the keys she had taken, explaining which opened the rear and what she had done after the van stopped.
The old silver house key was among the keys she had gathered that evening.
It was not a tool that opened every vehicle and door in the county.