I have to fix things with Charlie, I thought, standing in line to buy the morning paper. Since our fight, things have been tense.

I left the house that night in tears, got in my car, and drove around for hours. When I returned, I heard Charlie in our bedroom sobbing. He hasn't spoken a word to me since.

The cashier gives me a paper but it slips from my hand. I bend over to retrieve it and glimpse the front page. The headline reads: Local Woman Killed in Car Crash and underneath is a picture of...

...of me.

(99 words)

This drabble was written for the @mystery profile's March 2020 | Drabble Contest celebrating Women's History month, following the prompt: You have just opened the morning paper and seen your obituary. Is it a prank, a misprint, or are you truly dead?