Chapter 2 - What Megan Sewed Into the Bear
Daniel did not shout the second time.
That frightened me more.
“Ethan,” he said softly, “give Dad the bear.”
Ethan backed into the casket stand.
“No.”
Daniel smiled in a way that did not reach his eyes.
“That bear came from our house.”
“It came from Mom.”
“It belongs with her things.”
Ethan’s fingers disappeared into the worn fur around the bear’s stomach.
I stepped between them again.
“Daniel, stop.”
“This is my son.”
“And that was my sister speaking from a hidden phone telling us not to trust you.”
My mother whispered, “Claire.”
“No, Mom.”
I had spent three days trying to be polite because death makes families behave as if politeness can keep the ceiling from falling.
The ceiling was already gone.
Daniel pointed at the phone.
“You are listening to a frightened woman who had been under enormous stress.”
“Then why did you say she was fine?”
He did not answer.
I turned to Ethan.
“Sweetheart, did your mom show you something in the bear?”
He nodded.
“She said only you.”
Daniel swore.
The room changed again.
My uncle stepped near the front door.
Two cousins moved away from Daniel without seeming to.
Nobody wanted to call it what it was.
A line.
My mother called the county sheriff.
Daniel laughed.
“You’re calling police because a dead woman recorded herself being dramatic?”
“No,” I said. “I’m calling because she asked for an independent examination before burial.”
“That is not your decision.”
“It can become the medical examiner’s.”
His face tightened.
Ethan tugged my sleeve.
“Aunt Claire.”
He handed me the bear.
The seam along its back had been stitched with dark blue thread.
Megan hated sewing.
That alone told me she had done it herself.
I found a pair of manicure scissors in my mother’s bathroom.
Daniel tried one more time.
“You cut that bear open and I’m leaving with Ethan.”
A voice behind him said, “No, you’re not.”
Deputy Lena Ortiz stood in the doorway.
She was thirty-something, rain on her uniform shoulders, one hand resting near her body camera.
Daniel changed instantly.
“Officer, thank God. My sister-in-law is upsetting my son during his mother’s wake.”
Lena looked at Ethan.
Then at me.
Then at the open casket.
“Who called?”
My mother raised her hand.
Lena listened while I explained.
Daniel interrupted five times.
She stopped him on the sixth.
“Sir, I’ll hear you.”
That shut him up.
I played Megan’s recording.
Lena’s expression remained controlled until the line about an independent examination.
Then she looked toward the casket.
“Has the burial permit been completed?”
Daniel said, “Everything is arranged for eight tomorrow morning.”
“Funeral home?”
“Blue Ridge Memorial.”
“Body released by medical examiner?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Yes.”
Lena asked, “Was there an autopsy?”
“No. It was an accidental fall.”
“Who made that determination?”
“Dr. Weller.”
Lena’s eyes shifted.
I noticed.
“You know him?”
“County medical examiner.”
Daniel said quickly, “He’s been doing this thirty years.”
Lena turned to me.
“What’s in the bear?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Open it.”
Daniel objected.
Lena looked at him.
“The bear is in the child’s possession. The child gave it to his aunt. Unless you’re claiming it contains something dangerous, step back.”
I cut three stitches.
Inside the stuffing was a tiny brass key wrapped in plastic.
And a folded piece of paper.
I opened it.
Megan’s handwriting.
BLUE RIDGE BUS STATION. LOCKER 214. CLAIRE ONLY.
Below that:
Do not bring Daniel.
Lena read it over my shoulder.
Daniel’s face changed.
“Absolutely not.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because she was sick.”
“You keep saying that.”
“She was seeing a therapist.”
“That does not make her delusional.”
“She was taking medication.”
“What medication?”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Lena asked, “Mr. Hart, did your wife have any diagnosed condition that impaired judgment?”
“No.”
“Any history of self-harm?”
“No.”
“Then what do you mean by sick?”
Daniel’s confidence slipped.
“She was anxious.”
I almost laughed.
My sister had been anxious because she thought her husband was moving money under her name and threatening to make people think she was unstable.
That sounded less like illness every minute.
Lena called her supervisor.
Then the funeral home.
Within twenty minutes, the burial was placed on hold pending review.
Daniel looked at me as if I had personally desecrated Megan’s body.
“You’re doing this to punish me.”
“No.”
I held the little key in my palm.
“I’m doing it because she asked.”
Lena offered to accompany me to the bus station.
Daniel said, “Ethan stays with me.”
Ethan grabbed my coat.
“No!”
His panic was instant.
Raw.
He began shaking.
Daniel reached for him.
Ethan screamed.
“Don’t let Dad take me downstairs!”
The room froze.
Lena moved between them.
“What downstairs?”
Ethan buried his face against me.
Daniel stared at his son.
“Ethan.”
My nephew whispered into my coat.
“The room where Mom cried.”
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