The Fortress at the Graveside

American flag folded with perfect precision. My jaw tightened, but I did not react. Reacting would give her oxygen.

Behind her, I caught the reflection of movement in the glossy surface of the hearse window.

Darren.

My ex-fiancé.

He stood near the guest book, pen in hand, signing his name with exaggerated care. The pen was expensive. Flashy. The kind of continue reading …