While Preparing My Husband For Burial I Discovered Coordinates That Changed Everything

daughter I had never known about, a daughter who called him Daddy and drew pictures of him and saw him on Thursdays when I was home warming dinner and being glad he was a man who worked hard.

I heard voices behind me and turned.

Two women stood at the entrance to the unit. The older one was in her mid-fifties, the younger one perhaps thirty. The younger continue reading …