Right after our daughter’s funeral, my husband kept urging me to clear out her room, as if he wanted everything that belonged to her gone before I even had a chance to face my own grief. I tried to believe it was only his way of coping with the loss, until my trembling hand picked up a small note that began with the words, “Mom, if you’re reading this…”. And in that very moment, I knew my daughter’s room was still hiding a truth that someone had been far too eager to keep buried.
Right after our daughter’s funeral, my husband started saying we needed to clear out her room, as if the very air inside it offended him now that she was gone. He said it the first night we came home from the cemetery, while I was still wearing black stockings under my dress and there was…
