After Death's Lawsuit

The third year after my death, my husband sent me a lawsuit. He was suing me.

The papers alleged that the kidney I had donated to his childhood sweetheart, Olivia,

was defective. He, of course, received no response. To force me out

of hiding, he held a press conference, publicly transferring twenty percent of

his company's shares to her. When that failed, he finally drove back to my hometown,

his patience exhausted. Our old neighbor was baffled. "Maya? We haven't seen

her since her grandfather passed." He pounded on my family's door, his fury a palpable

thing. My sister was the one who opened it. "Ethan? Don't you know?