At My Father’s Graveside A Gravedigger Revealed The Coffin Was Empty And Handed Me A Key To The Truth

it here deliberately. Either option required a story I had not been told.

An envelope was taped to the front of the purse with my name written across it in her handwriting. Precise, slightly angular, the way she had always written her capital letters.

For Emily. If you’re reading this, they lied to you first.

I reached for the envelope.

Behind me, gravel continue reading …