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

Her fingers located the edge of his ear and started picking at the seam.

“Soft,” she said, mostly to herself.

Her hand rose and caught hold of my sleeve.

“Don’t let him put me back in.”

“Julian, get away from the door,” I called out.

“You’re scaring her,” he said.

“You have to let me explain.”

“You put her inside a casket.”