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

“Yes.”

She began rubbing her wrists.

“David wanted me to say you had a panic attack.

That we’d been trying to help.”

“Is that what you’re saying?”

“No.”

She looked toward the IV pole, then back at me.

“I am telling them what we did, not the version that makes me look better.”