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

looked at me for the first time.

His expression was unreadable, but something in his eyes made me feel cold in a way the room itself hadn’t.

“Please make sure she’s treated respectfully,” he said.

It sounded like a normal thing for a husband to say.

It didn’t feel normal.

Before I could answer, he turned and left with Dr. Mercer.

I stood there a long moment continue reading …