When I died my husband was celebrating 14

14 

Katherine’s shock was palpable as the situation spiraled out of control. 

“Terry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was only thinking of you,” she sputtered, scrambling for justification. 

Terry fixed her with a long, hard stare that seemed to accept her words. 

But I knew better; his eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt he couldn’t hide. 

He stumbled out of the morgue, nearly tripping at the door. 

Whether from grief or fear, it was hard to tell. 

Katherine, though, remained smugly oblivious to Terry’s strange behavior. 

In that moment, I knew something had shifted irreversibly. 

I watched it all unfold with a detached gaze. With my mother gone, I had no more ties to this world. 

All that was left was to witness their inevitable drift apart.