I Awoke Inside My Own Coffin, Hearing My Husband Hand Over My Necklace While My Family Plans My Insurance Payout

My Coffin’s Narrow View

“She won’t need it anymore,” Daniel’s voice droned through the thin crack of light, his hand hovering over the gold chain.

I felt the weight of the rosary against my chest, the tuberose scent thickening each breath.

“Elaine, you promised,” Natalie whispered, a tremor in her throat, fingers clutching at the hem of her dress.