My Sister Called to Say Mom Had Died, While Mom Was Standing Right Beside Me

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“I know,” I replied. “The funeral is Friday.”

“And your mother is… with you?”

I looked at Mama, who was standing tall again, tear dried, jaw set like stone. “She’s with me,” I said. “And she’s very much alive.”

David exhaled, long and controlled. “Okay. We move fast.”

“We move precisely,” I corrected. “I want Dominique to feel safe until the moment she continue reading …