They Held My Funeral While I Was Still Breathing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Nephew Looked Into the Coffin and Said, “Mommy, Aunt Madelyn Is Looking at Me”

I heard glass shatter against the hardwood floor.

My sister had dropped the water she was holding.

Chapter 6 — The Lid

For two long seconds, nobody in that house moved.

Christopher recovered first.

Of course he did.

“Wesley, buddy, you’re just confused,” he said, and I heard him crouch down by the boy, all warmth.

“Your aunt is resting.”