My father texted me, ‘To us, you’re already dead,’ and I only replied,

had no choice.

That was the sentence that ended any remaining hesitation in me.

Not “I’m sorry.”

Not “We made a mistake.”

We had no choice.

People who say that usually mean they made a choice they don’t want to pay for.

By nine the next morning, Veronica’s office had already begun pulling threads. By noon, we had the notary’s name. Marlene Diaz, licensed continue reading …