Part 1

My husband had been dead for five years.

At least, that was what everyone had made me believe.

For five years, every single month, I placed two hundred dollars into an envelope and drove to my in-laws’ apartment building on the South Side. I climbed five floors of cracked tile and rusty railings, slipped the money through a door that never opened more than a few inches, and went back home.

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