I Faked My Own Funeral to See Who Still Cared—Then My Granddaughter Revealed a Secret That Broke My Heart

a spot on my lung, I called all three of my children before I even made it home.

Nathaniel answered first.

“Mom, I’m walking into a meeting. Text Nancy.”

Nancy’s response wasn’t much better.

“I’ll call after Tyler’s practice.”

Then Miles said:

“Emma’s been up all night. Can this wait?”

So I waited.

For two weeks, I slept with my lamp on, terrified I might continue reading …