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 thought I was catching him in a small lie about a wire transfer.
I was actually signing the order for my own wake, by proving I could no longer be kept in the dark the ordinary way.
The tragedy of it is almost funny.
The one time in our marriage I finally trusted my own suspicion enough to demand proof, it got me put in a coffin by morning.
Chapter 3 — The Necklace
Through the crack in the lid, I saw my husband’s pale hand come down, holding something that caught the light.
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