At My Husband’s Funeral, I Opened His Casket to Place a Flower — and Found a Crumpled Note Tucked Under His Hands

“Ev?”

I told him everything. The note. The cameras.

What Susan had said. What I’d read in the journal. He went quiet.

“Peter?” I whispered.

“I believe you,” he said finally.

“I knew Ray. If he’d had kids with someone else, he wouldn’t have been able to hide it. He was a terrible liar.”

A weak laugh escaped me.

“I’ll help you find out what’s real,” he said.

“You deserve that.”

The following afternoon, he sent his son, Ben.

“I’ll lose my temper if I go,” Peter told me. “Ben’s calmer.”

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