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.”

“Did you ask them to stop?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know where they were going?”

“No.

We passed the hospital turn.”

Those were the facts I could give him then.

The ambulance arrived, and Jane, a paramedic with a blue medical bag, came over.