LOGINWhen Irene was sorting through my belongings, she found a divorce agreement that was never delivered.I had printed it before I went to the rehearsal funeral.The day Brandon revoked my access to our house and posted the announcement, I had decided to leave once the seventh day was over.I had rented a place and set up a meeting with a lawyer to handle our shared assets.The only reason I was willing to go along with the rehearsal funeral was that I wanted to see for myself just how far he would push me for Aylin's sake.The answer went further than I had imagined.Irene mailed a copy of the agreement to Brandon. The original stayed with the lawyer. The signature date predated my death.Brandon stared at it all night.The next day, he took the agreement to Irene. The edges of the pages were crumpled in his grip."She was already planning to leave me."Irene opened the door a narrow crack and peered out."You thought she'd come back after the seventh day and apologize. Even i
Aylin went to trial half a year later.Her lawyer submitted a psychological evaluation in an attempt to prove that she was not criminally responsible during an episode.The court considered the competency finding.Aylin had long suffered from a death phobia, but she was of sound mind when she committed the act and had full control over her actions.She knew which door led to the cold storage unit, how to restore power, and how to stage the scene to make it look like I walked out on my own.When the courtroom played the surveillance footage, she kept looking at Brandon."You promised me back then that as long as I got better, you'd go along with anything."He sat in the witness stand. Spread out in front of him was the venue confirmation form he had signed."I agreed to cooperate with the treatment. I never agreed to let you hurt Leanna."She laughed, but tears streamed down her face."You took away her keycard, texted Irene on her behalf, and chased off the people who wanted
When Aylin was brought into the interrogation room, she insisted her treatment method was real.Brandon sat on the bench outside, clutching the printed consultation records in his hands.The records were clear. The psychologist had only recommended regular sessions and gradual exposure to safe, death-related stimuli.Any role-play required the patient's informed consent, and restricting a third party's communication or freedom was strictly prohibited.Aylin had pieced together a handful of online articles, forged an electronic signature, and changed "watch a simulated farewell video" to "recreate a complete rehearsal funeral process."The first time she brought the treatment plan home, I pointed out that the electronic signature looked blurry and suggested Brandon go with her to the hospital for a follow-up.He slammed the document onto the table and scolded me for treating traumatized people like liars.Now the papers in his hands trembled in his hands so badly he could barely
Soon, the police sealed off the entire building.Brandon was still holding me and sitting at the entrance to the cold storage unit. The frost on my burial clothes melted against his chest as water dripped from his wrist onto the floor.When James brought him an emergency warming blanket, Brandon took it and clumsily wrapped it around my shoulders."Leanna's fingers always get cold in winter. Whenever we went out, she'd stick her hands in my pocket."A paramedic crouched down to check my pupils and lividity, then signaled for him to let go.Brandon only pulled the blanket tighter around me as if keeping everyone away would mean that I was not dead yet.The police pried his arms apart and placed me into a body bag.As the zipper slowly closed from the foot end, he reached out to block it.The metal pull tab hit his knuckle and sliced the skin open.Aylin huddled against the wall."I just wanted to scare her. The simulation pod was right there. She pushed me out of nowhere, so
On the fourth day, Aylin suggested rehearsing my return on the seventh day.She wore my light gray trench coat and walked slowly in from outside the funeral hall. The sleeves were too long on her, and Brandon rolled the cuffs for her without thinking.He used to do the same for me.Every time I wore that trench coat, he would complain that the cuffs got in my way. He would roll them for me at the entryway and then hand me my keys.Now my keys lay in my bag, and my name had been removed from the lock system.She opened her arms and waited for him to complete the rehearsal.But he suddenly took half a step back and slipped the trench coat off her shoulders."Don't wear this. Leanna will definitely show up before the seventh day. She owes you an explanation."She held on to the trench coat, and her nails dug into the fabric."If she's ruthless enough to hide till the very end, I can do the last part for her. After all, I'm the one who's been sitting here with you this whole time.
The next day, the rehearsal wake officially began.Everyone who came thought I was alive. They had all been told in advance to treat these seven days like a real period of mourning.Brandon stood at the entrance of the viewing room, greeting the guests. Aylin wore a black veil and stayed by his side. Some people just assumed she was family.She kept her head down and dabbed at her tears, all while standing in the spot reserved for family members."If Leanna were here, she'd scold me for standing in the wrong place. But my therapist says I have to face her death directly."Brandon straightened her crooked black veil as he said, "Nobody's going to blame you today."I drifted behind them as a lingering bitterness stayed in my chest. It could not hurt my soul anymore, but it did not go away either.At our wedding, Brandon held my hand in front of all our guests and promised that whenever we stood side by side, the place beside him would always be mine.Less than a day after my de







