The Wistful Witness
The letter from the Equitable Assurance Company lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air. It was a standard form, printed in grey ink, asking for a detailed account of the circumstances surrounding my wife Elspeth’s death. I picked it up, the paper thin and cold against my fingers, and read the first line: Please specify whether the incident was accidental or...
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