They said my husband’s de:ath was an acc:ident—a slip inside the house. Five years passed. Then the only keepsake I had of him, a small flowerpot, broke… and what spilled out of the soil made my bl00d run cold. I dropped to my knees and dialed the police without thinking.
That day, the sky seemed intent on drowning the world. Rain hammered the roof, the electricity had gone out, and the tiled floor was slick like soap. I was walking back from the warehouse, heading toward the main door, when my foot suddenly shot out from under me on the steps. I didn’t even have … Read more