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

“I never signed it.”

“That’s what I told him.

He didn’t look relieved.”

I went back to room 204.

Chloe had rolled onto her back, and her hand lay open on the pillow.

I slid my palm beneath it and kept still.

At six, Chloe asked for Bunny again.

I told her the truth.