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

air. It would be gone within the hour.

I signed.

Amara Vance.

I handed it back and smiled. “Happy now?”

Dominique’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “Go sit down and keep your mouth shut.”

Inside, the sanctuary smelled of lilies and old wood and memory. The urn sat at the front, polished and gold, surrounded by white roses.

I took the front pew. The family continue reading …