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 is already warmed up.

Arthur is waiting.”

Our car had looked ordinary when we arrived.

I had not examined the tires.

I could not prove in that kitchen that he was lying, but the explanation gave me an uneasy feeling.

“Call an ambulance.”

“The county ambulance could take forty minutes.

The van is faster.”