My Pregnant Daughter Lay in a Coffin — Then Her Husband Arrived Laughing With His Mistress Like It Was a Celebration

from the back of the church.

Celeste tried to run first. She made it six steps before a female officer caught her by the elbow.

“You can’t arrest me,” Celeste cried. “I didn’t touch her!”

“No,” I said. “You just helped plan it.”

Evan looked at the coffin, then at me, searching for mercy.

He found none.

“Margaret,” he said, suddenly gentle. “Emma wouldn’t continue reading …