He Married Me Dying, Then His Lawyer Opened the Box

nearly skipped it. Then I opened it.

He’d written from the parking lot behind St. Luke’s Church.

He had come.

Not inside.

Not to stop it.

Just to see my car.

I put the letter down and stared at the wall for a full minute, maybe more. Then I laughed again, once. Not because it was funny. Because if I didn’t laugh, something in me was going to crack open right continue reading …