The husband sat down beside her. He noticed that the nurse behind the glass wall never took her eyes off him. He leaned closer, feigned tenderness, ran his hand through her hair, wiping away a tear he had forced himself to produce.

And leaning close to his wife’s ear, he whispered so quietly that no one but her could hear:

“I’ll order the highest-quality coffin for you, my dear…”

He smirked.

“I already have the money. All of your money is mine now.”