Digging up My Bones

"My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death.The reason? His childhood sweetheart's leukemia has relapsed, and she needs another bone marrow transplant.He comes to my place, wanting to make me sign a donor agreement. However, he finds that the place has long been vacated. He asks a neighbor about it."Are you talking about Kristen? She's long dead! I heard it was because someone dragged her away for a bone marrow donation when she was already sick. She died a few days after returning home."My husband refuses to believe that. He thinks my neighbor and I have conspired to lie to him. He says impatiently, "If you see her, tell her I won't pay the medical bills for that child she's been raising if she doesn't come to see me in three days."My neighbor shakes her head when she sees how stubborn my husband is. She mutters, "The poor child has already starved to death, though…""