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

I stopped right in front of her. “You left something in my husband’s casket.”

Susan blinked. “What?”

“I watched you do it on camera.

Don’t lie to me.”

“I… I just wanted to say goodbye,” she whispered.

“Then you could’ve done it like everyone else. You hid it under his hands. Why?”

People around us were listening.

I could feel it.

Susan’s chin trembled. “I didn’t mean for you to find it.”

I pulled the note from my purse and held it up. “Who are the kids, Susan?”

For a moment, I thought she’d faint.

Then she gave a tiny nod.

“They’re his,” she said. “They’re Greg’s kids.”

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