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

He headed for the elevators.

I stood in the hallway with my purse pressed to my side.

The order’s red seal pushed a small square into my wrist.

My phone buzzed.

Julian again.

The screen lit up my hand.

I looked down at the red seal through the open zipper, then at his name.

I laid my thumb over Julian’s name and looked at the red seal.