The Widow's Husband's Secret Lie: A Satirical Novella

I went to his funeral and saw his casket lowered into the earth—perhaps it was only five feet, but that still feels like a lot. Afterward, we had a spread of finger sandwiches, deviled eggs, and tiny beef wellingtons that were pricier than my first car.

The truth is, Grant is gone, taking with him a multitude of deep, dark secrets that I never thought to inquire about. He’s never coming back.