At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

a broken husband than a man making sure a delivery had arrived.

He didn’t cry.

He didn’t touch her.

He didn’t even look at her face for very long.

Instead, he asked Dr. Mercer, in a voice so steady it made my skin tighten, whether the body would stay downstairs until morning.

Dr. Mercer, who had signed the death paperwork himself, told him yes.

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