I Went to Visit My Husband’s Late Wife’s Grave and Discovered She Was Never Dead

his questions about my day with the same detail I always had. I slept beside him every night.

I don’t know entirely what to make of this, looking back. There is an argument that it was a kind of dishonesty — that I was performing normalcy while secretly building a case, that this made me no better than him.

I’ve sat with that argument.

Where I’ve landed continue reading …