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

A buzz went through the people nearby. Someone gasped.

“You’re saying my husband has children with you?” I asked.

She swallowed. “Two. A boy and a girl.”

“I’m not.

He didn’t want to hurt you. He told me not to bring them. He didn’t want you to see them.”

Every word felt like it was aimed right between my ribs.

I looked around at all the eyes on us. Friends, neighbors, coworkers. My humiliation was suddenly a group activity.

I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t scream in front of Greg’s casket.

So I did the only thing I could.

I turned and walked out.

***

After the burial, the house felt like a stranger’s.

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