The Funeral That Ended Us

Summary

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand.

Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I believed him.

I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night.

Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed.

A notification popped up for a hotel livestream.

I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne.