White flowers crowded around the head of it.

The entire room was set up like a viewing.

I halted at the edge of the rug.

The casket was four feet long if it was an inch.

A casket made for a child.

I rubbed the palm of my right hand.

The key from Julian’s mantel had left deep red marks there a week earlier, and those marks still ached in cold weather.

Julian had told me the receipt was a mistake.