Truth After My Death

Drifting between life and death, I finally understood. I could hear my wife, Seraphina, and her lover, Rick, clearly now.

Rick was growing impatient. He wanted to know when she’d tell me our son wasn’t actually missing. He couldn’t wait to see the look on my face.

But Sera just laughed. There was no hurry, she said. It was my fault for making her get rid of the baby years ago. This was my punishment. She’d tell me the truth once she decided I’d learned my lesson.

So that was it. Four years of living hell—not a tragedy, but a sentence.