“Sit down,” she said to me, and I could tell it wasn’t a request. I thought about balking but in fact, my knees were a little shaky and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand up. I sat.

“Fifteen days ago one of our recovery teams found your body in your apartment on—” she consulted her PDA, “Woburn Street. Can you confirm you lived at 406 South Woburn?”

I nodded. “That’s correct,” I said, still processing her words. “How—”

“We’ll get to that in a minute,” the doctor said. “You were taken to one of our temporary morgue trucks and then transported here yesterday for disposal.”

“Why did it take so long?” I said.

“We were waiting to fill up the truck,&...

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