THE DOCTOR LOOKED AT MY CHART AND SAID, “YOU HAVE 48 HOURS LEFT.” MY HUSBAND HELD MY HAND UNTIL THE NURSE TURNED AWAY… THEN LEANED IN, SMILED, AND WHISPERED, “FINALLY. YOUR HOUSE IS MINE.” I DIDN’T SCREAM. I DIDN’T CRY. I ASKED FOR A PHONE, CALLED THE MAID, AND AFTER ONE LONG SILENCE, SHE SAID SOMETHING THAT MADE MY BLOOD GO COLD: “SO… WHO DO WE BURY FIRST?”
The door swings open and you don’t flinch, even though your pulse tries to sprint out of your ribs.You keep…