Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“The front door wasn’t latched.
I came to bring back Bunny.”
The officer’s pen halted.
“Bunny?”
“The rabbit,” I said.
“Chloe’s stuffed rabbit.”
Paul came around the side of the ambulance, tapping a heavy pen on his clipboard.
“We’re taking her to St.