I Kissed My Wife’s Cold Forehead in the Coffin—Then I Opened Her Hand and Found a Navy Blue Button from My Brother Rodrigo’s Jacket

hands resting on her round belly, her laughing as she told me our son had kicked again.

But when I entered our house in San Miguel de Allende, there was no laughter.

There was only a coffin in the middle of the living room.

Black curtains covered the windows. Candles burned around the room like someone had carefully arranged a tragedy. The air smelled continue reading …