During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

identify the body. That’s why they insisted so heavily on a closed casket.”

I had to sit down. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore. “My sons…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

Robert closed his eyes. “Our sons tried to kill me.”

The room fell dead silent. Outside, the rain tapped against the glass like insistent fingers.

Irene placed a laptop on the table.continue reading …