When You Lay Dead

“From now on, may the only news you ever send me be your obituary.”

That was what my husband said on the day I told him I was pregnant.

“Filthy blood like that would have been better off never existing in the first place.”

When I realized that the man I had believed to be my savior was nothing more than a hypocrite, Rowena finally made her decision.

I will prepare a coffin of pure white, adorn it with the humblest flowers, and send out my own death notice.

It will be the freest funeral of all.