He wakes up inside his own coffin as his wife plans to cremate him—but a jar his brother finds reveals a truth that could save his life and expose everything

was inside a coffin.

And the funeral was his.

The last clear image he remembered was of Ana, his wife, stepping onto the balcony of their home in Polanco with a cup of coffee between her hands. The night before, Mexico City gleamed wet from the recent rain, and from the balcony the distant roar of the Periférico could be heard.

— Drink this, my love — continue reading …