that coffin?”
Neither of us spoke.
Outside the hospital room, footsteps passed in the hallway.
Then someone stopped outside my door.
The handle slowly began to turn.
The officer stood.
I
The Funeral They Thought Was Mine — Part 3: The Truth Comes Back
Part 3: The Funeral They Thought Was Mine
I stared at Ashley.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
The woman Michael had called his loyal assistant stood in front of me with tears running down her face.
“You’re alive,” I whispered.
She nodded.
“And Michael thinks you’re dead?”
Another nod.
“Why?”
Ashley looked toward the hospital door.
“Because if he finds out you’re alive, neither of us will be safe.”
The officer stepped between us.
“You’d better start explaining.”
Ashley wiped her eyes.
“Michael planned everything.”
“I know.”
“No,” she said. “You don’t know everything.”
She reached into her coat and pulled out a small phone.
