I returned home from military service, hoping to see my wife’s smile. Instead, I found a coffin in the middle of the living room. “She d:ied in childbirth…”

stop.”

I looked at her hand on my sleeve, then at her eyes. “Take your hand off me.”

She obeyed.

Emily’s fingers were stiff, but not impossible to move. Beneath her nails were tiny crescent cuts, as though she had fought to keep her fist closed. I gently worked her thumb loose.

A small black memory card slid into my palm.

Mother went white.

Caleb’s glass continue reading …