“From now on, may the only news you ever send me be your obituary.”
That was what my husband said on the day I told him I was pregnant.
“Filthy blood like that would have been better off never existing in the first place.”
When I realized that the man I had believed to be my savior was nothing more than a hypocrite, Rowena finally made her decision.
I will prepare a coffin of pure white, adorn it with the humblest flowers, and send out my own death notice.
It will be the freest funeral of all.
