My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
Investigators would compare her account with mine and the driver’s observations.
But I knew the lid had become movable, and I knew she had called for help instead of agreeing with Arthur.
“Are you giving them all of that?”
“Yes.
I have a lawyer.
She says cooperating doesn’t mean I stop being responsible for my part.”
“She is right.”
Clara nodded without asking me to disagree.