I Woke Up at My Own Funeral While My Husband Fastened My Necklace Around My Sister’s Throat. By Sunset, I Knew the People Trying to Bury Me Were Only the Beginning.
The first thing I heard when I came back from the dead was my mother crying.
The second was my husband giving my jewelry to my sister.
“She won’t need it anymore.”
Preston’s voice floated above me through darkness.
For several seconds, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t see him.
I tried to open my eyes.
They barely moved.
My tongue felt swollen.
My lips were dry enough to crack.
