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

Not by choice. Because I couldn’t.

Years of tests. Quiet heartbreak. And Greg always telling me, “It’s you and me. You are enough.”

I checked the security footage.

A woman in black approached the casket alone, glanced around, and slipped the note under his hands.

Susan Miller—his supplier. Someone I’d met before.

I confronted her at the funeral. In front of everyone, she claimed Greg had two children with her.

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