I Was Cooking Dinner When a Police Officer Knocked on My Door: “Sir, Your Wife Died in a Car Acci:dent an Hour Ago.” My Blood Froze. “No—She’s Upstairs Asleep.” But When We Went to the Bedroom, His Hand Went to His Side… The knock at the door was sharp, urgent. I wiped my hands on a dish towel, annoyed at the interruption. When I opened it, a uniformed officer stood in the rain, his face pale and grave. “Sir,” he said carefully. “Your wife was involved in a serious car accident about an hour ago