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

The nurse glanced at me.

“Is Bunny somebody I should know?”

“A rabbit.

He’s at my son’s house.”

She wrote that down as well, then left the door open about a hand’s width.

I watched the light from the hallway spread across the floor.

At three, my phone lit up on the tray table.

Julian’s name was on the screen.