"Don't cremate your parents,send the bodies to my company. We need cadavers for the anatomy program."
Listening to the ambiguous moans and faint running water over the phone, I smiled bitterly.
My husband Ethan was so cold-blooded.
But he had no idea.
The dead weren't my parents — they were his.
A snake attack at the campsite left his entire family clinging to life.
Only his company kept the specific antivenom in stock.
Only his company had the specific antivenom.
I called him countless times.
He hung up every single one.
Delayed treatment killed them all.
I stared at the five bodies behind me.
Sighed. Then did exactly as he ordered.
