Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
Julian claimed he had lost it in the yard.
My hand clenched so hard the teeth dug into my palm.
I fitted the key into the latch beneath the padding.
The harness clicked open.
Chloe was in there.
Her face was turned toward the cushion.
Her hair was damp at the temples.
She had the black wool shawl over her pajamas, and her lips were pale.