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

It was uncomfortable beneath the sheet, but I did not have to display it to every person who entered the room.

A little after midnight, Brenda told me Clara was waiting.

“She asked whether you’re awake.

Would you like her to come in?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Would you like her asked to leave?”

I thought about the white loop and her voice saying no on the road.

“She can wait somewhere else.