My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

of crying—though God knows I had tears left—I laughed.

It wasn’t happiness. It wasn’t even hysteria. It was something darker. Colder.

Disbelief mixed with fury mixed with something I couldn’t quite name.

Michael’s smile faltered. “What’s funny?”

“You,” I said quietly. “You’re funny.”

“Emma, are you okay? Maybe we should talk to the doctors about your mental continue reading …