“He Drove Me to a Remote Road After the Funeral—Then Told Me to Get Out”
The funeral had barely ended when my son offered to take me home. I didn’t hesitate—I was hollow, moving on autopilot, too drained to think for myself. But as we pulled away from the cemetery, the familiar began to vanish. He didn’t follow the route back to town. Instead, the streets turned to winding roads, …
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