The Third Death Notice

On the day of my third wedding anniversary, I received a death notice for my husband, Lu Yanzhou.

Three days later, he appeared alive at his own memorial, his arm around a pregnant woman. She stroked her belly and smiled at me. "Sister, Yanzhou says the house should be transferred into my name."

Before I could recover from the shock of my husband's "return from the dead," she leaned close to my ear and whispered, her voice as fine as a needle:

"Your daughter isn't dead. If you want to find her, sign the divorce papers without a fuss."

Three years ago, my daughter Niannian died in a car accident. I held her cold body in my arms all night. But that very night, I realized the tiny corpse had no birthmark behind its right ear, where Niannian's should have been.

The first death notice was for my husband. The second, for my daughter. And the third... I decided to fill it out myself.