At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

had been paperwork and silence, became a patient again.

They rushed her upstairs.

I stood in the empty morgue afterward, shaking so badly I had to sit down on the floor.

For a few minutes I couldn’t stop staring at my own hands.

If I’d ignored that sound…

If I’d told myself I was tired…

If I’d gone upstairs for coffee at the wrong moment…

They would have continue reading …