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

“Tell me what you know about the syrup bottle,” he said.

I described the tall ceramic vase in the hallway and Victoria tucking a bottle behind it.

Amber glass.

A white label.

No pharmacy bag.

Paul tapped his heavy pen on the clipboard.

“Was there a label with Chloe’s name on it?”

“I didn’t see one.”