They held a wake for me all morning, and I woke up exactly when my husband was putting my gold chain on my sister. They were still weeping for me in the living room, but I was already alive, and I heard the lie that buried me.
“Mommy, Aunt Elena is looking at me.” Monica froze. Darius whipped around toward the casket. I shut my eyes just in time and held my breath until my lungs burned. “Don’t say such silly things, Nico,” she whispered. “She is looking at me,” the boy insisted. “It’s open right here.” I felt his little finger…
