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 stood up.

“Don’t ever tell me again that you loved me,” I said.

“Loving someone means nothing if, at the one moment it counts, you choose to erase them.” And I walked out.

Chapter 14 — The Glass Between Us

Two weeks later, I agreed to see Christopher.

He had been begging his lawyer to arrange it since the hour they caught him, and I only went after the prosecutor assured me it couldn’t hurt the case.

We sat on opposite sides of a thick pane of glass.