The Death He Never Died
she stammered.
I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet.
Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it.
I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man.
I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."
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