Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document

Up on the second floor, a door opened.

I tucked Bunny beneath Chloe’s chin.

The brass key was still in my pocket with the scrap of blue velvet.

I could feel its teeth through the fabric.

Julian quit pounding on the door.

That was worse.

His footsteps moved off down the hall.

The dispatcher told me officers were four minutes away.