SHE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP.”

interfering with his schedule. Behind them stood Dr. Crane, the family physician, pale beneath the chapel lights.
“She’s gone, Daniel,” Helena said calmly. “Don’t make this more difficult.”
I stared at the coffin.
My wife, Clara, lay inside wearing the white dress she had chosen for our baby shower. Seven months pregnant. According to them, she had suffered continue reading …