During my husband’s funeral, an unknown number lit up my phone: “I’m alive. Don’t trust-
That night, the house seemed to hold its breath, cloaked in shadows that flickered with the passing headlights from the street. My mind replayed the day’s events, a montage of condolences and muted voices that filtered through the fog of my grief. But beneath it all, the messages tugged at my thoughts, refusing to be…