After My Husband’s Funeral I Came Home And Found My In Laws Packing Suitcases Like It Was Their House

of the hospital bed, pale in the way that frightened me because it wasn’t the ordinary pale of illness but something thinner, more final, as though his skin had begun to let light through. The monitors beeped their steady, metronomic indifference. Rain moved down the window in thin silver threads. He had been clear-headed right until near the end, continue reading …