My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
The case did not end before the ink dried on my lease.
Interviews continued after I left the hospital.
There were records to obtain, searches to complete, and lawyers representing people whose interests were no longer the same.
I cared for my daughter in the apartment while the weeks passed.
Some days the next call concerned evidence.
Other days it concerned her weight, an appointment, or something I had forgotten to buy.
I learned to write each question on a separate line.