I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

records too damaged, some dead people unable to testify. But enough. More than enough. Margaret is sentenced to spend what remains of her life behind doors she cannot control.

When they lead her out, she looks at me.

“Andrew,” she says, and for the first time, her voice holds no command. Only hunger.

I stand.

Not to go to her.

To say the last thing she continue reading …