Finally,the court had ruled to my favour.The truth would finally come out.He was going to be exhumed.My husband David is dead.He died six months ago and was buried.He was buried but he's alive.I know it and have been telling them but no one believes me.David,my husband is alive.I saw him.
David was said to have died in a car accident when he was driving from the hospital.He was a psychiatrist and he had just finished his night shift,his last patient having been me.I was diagnosed with postpartum depression after the birth of our firstborn daughter few months ago.I know it wasn't easy for him but he later informed me that he has to do it after I had unknowingly endangered the life of our daughter Leelah.
He explained to my sister that he had found the baby in a bathtub with the water running.Where was I?He said in the garden weeding the flowers after leaving the cooker on...I remember having bathed Leelah and fed her.I put her to bed and left to finish weeding my flowers after preparing dinner.
My condition must have gotten worse when they wouldn't let Dr.David come see me.I was his patient and his wife as well.So why would they refuse that?The next day,was the darkest day of my life.

**TO BE CONTINUED**
© Leen Queen.